William Henry Ogilvie

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

William Henry Ogilvie Poems

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

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  • Bootlace Phil (9/13/2018 9:49:00 PM)

    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 Death Of Ben Hall

Ben Hall was out on Lachlans side
With a thousand pounds on his head;
A score of troopers were scattered wide
And a hundred more were ready to ride
Wherever a rumour led.

They had followed his track from the
Weddin Heights And north by the Weelong yards;
Through dazzling days and moonlit nights
They had sought him over their rifle-sights,
With their hands on their trigger guards.

The outlaw stole like a hunted fox
Through the scrub and stunted heath,
And peered like a hawk from his eyrie rocks
Through the waving boughs of the sapling box
On the...

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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,

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