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 ...

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Down The River

Hark, the sound of it drawing nearer,
Clink of hobble and brazen bell;
Mark the passage of stalwart shearer,
Bidding Monaro soil farewell.

Where is he making for? Down the river,
Down the river with eager tread;
Where is he making for? Down the river,
Down the river to seek a 'shed'.