William Henry Ogilvie

(21 August 1869 – 30 January 1963 / Kelso, Scotland)

William Henry Ogilvie Poems

41. The Man To Follow 4/7/2010
42. The Pearl Of Them All 4/7/2010
43. Running On! 4/7/2010
44. Our Pilots 4/7/2010
45. Hands! 4/7/2010
46. His Epitaph 4/7/2010
47. Harry Morant 4/7/2010
48. If I Were Old 4/7/2010
49. The True Sportsman 4/7/2010
50. Gone Away 4/7/2010
51. Our Heritage 4/7/2010
52. As I Wandered Home 4/7/2010
53. The Last Muster 1/1/2004
54. The Filling Of The Swamps 1/1/2004
55. The Men Of The Open Spaces 4/7/2010
56. The Riding Of The Rebel 4/7/2010
57. The Horse Of Your Heart 4/7/2010
58. His Gippsland Girl 1/1/2004
59. From The Gulf 1/1/2004
60. Foxhound Puppies 4/7/2010
61. The Australian 1/1/2004
62. The Bush, My Lover 1/1/2004
63. The Death Of Ben Hall 4/7/2010
64. Drought 1/1/2004
65. My Hat! 1/1/2004

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    Ogilvie what a Wonderful Poet, One of the Finest! can you Imagine He and Harry Morant Together? One wonders, Did they collaborate together When Versing? There is a Similarity Esp with Morants verse? ?

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Best Poem of William Henry Ogilvie

The Australian

The skies that arched his land were blue,

His bush-born winds were warm and sweet,

And yet from earliest hours he knew

The tides of victory and defeat;

From fierce floods thundering at his birth,

From red droughts ravening while he played,

He learned to fear no foes on earth –

“The bravest thing God ever made!”

The bugles of the motherland

Rang ceaselessly across the sea,

To call him and his lean brown band

To shape imperial destiny;

He went, by youth’s grave purpose willed,

The goal unknown, ...

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His Gippsland Girl

Now, money was scarce and work was slack
And love to his heart Crept in,
And he rode away on the Northern track
To war with the world and win;
And he vowed by the locket upon his breast
And its treasure, one red gold curl,
To work with with a will in the fartherest West
For the sake of his Gippsland girl.