Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

(26 March 1866 – May 1892 / Sydney / Australia)

Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake Poems

1. The Digger's Song 1/1/2004
2. To A Hatpeg 4/9/2010
3. At Devlin's Siding 1/1/2004
4. On The Boundary 1/1/2004
5. Skeeta ( An Old Servant's Tale ) 1/1/2004
6. The Box-Tree's Love 4/9/2010
7. Our Visitor 1/1/2004
8. The Demon Snow-Shoes (A Legend Of Kiandra) 1/1/2004
9. 'Twixt The Wings Of The Yard 1/1/2004
10. The Babes In The Bush 4/9/2010
11. Babs Malone 4/9/2010
12. Jack's Last Muster 1/1/2004
13. Jack Corrigan 1/1/2004
14. At The "J. C." 1/1/2004
15. Kelly's Conversion 4/9/2010
16. Jimmy Wood 1/1/2004
17. From The Far West 4/9/2010
18. Kitty Mccrae - A Galloping Rhyme 1/1/2004
19. How Polly Paid For Her Keep 1/1/2004
20. On The Range 1/1/2004
21. Josephus Riley 4/9/2010
22. An Easter Rhyme 4/9/2010
23. Jim's Whip 1/1/2004
24. A Vision Out West 4/9/2010
25. Down The River 1/1/2004
26. A Wayside Queen 4/9/2010
27. Desiree 4/9/2010
28. Fogarty's Gin 4/9/2010
29. Where The Dead Men Lie 1/1/2004
30. Featherstonhaugh 1/1/2004
31. How Babs Malone Cut Down The Field 1/1/2004
32. An Allegory 1/1/2004
33. A Memory 1/1/2004
34. A Song 1/1/2004
35. A Valentine 4/9/2010
36. A Bushman's Love 1/1/2004
37. A Song From A Sandhill 4/9/2010

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Best Poem of Barcroft Henry Thomas Boake

A Memory

Adown the grass-grown paths we strayed,
The evening cowslips ope’d
Their yellow eyes to look at her,
The love-sick lilies moped
With envy that she rather chose
To take a creamy-petalled rose
And lean it 'gainst her ebon hair,
All in that garden fair.

A languid breeze, with stolen scent
Of box-bloom in his grasp,
Sighed out his longing in her ear,
And with his dying gasp
Scattered the perfume at her feet
To blend with others not less sweet;
He loved her, but she did ...

Read the full of A Memory


Brookong station lay half-asleep
Dozed in the waning western glare
('Twas before the run had stocked with sheep
And only cattle depastured there)
As the Bluccap mob reined up at the door
And loudly saluted Featherstonhaugh.

"My saintly preacher," the leader cried,
"I stand no nonsense, as you're aware,

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