Harry 'breaker' Harbord Morant Light Poems

  • 1.
    We've drunk our wine, we've kissed our girls, and funds are sinking low,
    The horses must be thinking it's a fair thing now to go;
    Sling the swags on Condamine and strap the billies fast,
    And stuff a bottle in the bags and let's be off at last.
    ...
  • 2.
    It was a mighty snug resort, that Sydney-side hotel:
    A snug resort where fellows dined 'not wisely, but too well';
    The boarders all had gone to bed, and other men departed,
    When Pat suggested to his pal 'twas nearly time they started.
    ...
  • 3.
    The morning-tide is fair and bright,
    With golden sun up-springing;
    The cedars glowed in the new-born light,
    And the bell-bird's note was ringing;
    ...
  • 4.
    When the sklll'd fashioner of female faces
    Designed your mask, he wrought with cunning fist,
    And made a mouth expressly to be kiss'd -
    Not for shrill utterance nor pert grimaces.
    ...
  • 5.
    Never before was daughter of Eve endow'd with a face so fair,
    There be none of God's holy angels with a beauty half so rare
    As thine, nor dreamer has ever dreamed the loveliness you wear.
    There's a gleam in your golden tress, Lieb! a light in your melting eye!
    ...
  • 6.
    They are mustering cattle on Brigalow Vale
    Where the stock-horses whinny and stamp,
    And where long Andy Ferguson, you may go bail,
    Is yet boss on a cutting-out camp.
    ...
  • 7.
    Athwart the star-lit midnight sky
    Luminous fleecy clouds drift by,
    As the mysterious, pallid moon
    Sinks in the waveless still lagoon.
    ...
Total 7 Light Poems by Harry 'breaker' Harbord Morant

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