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mflibra: 1907 Scarce First Edition bound by Ramage - RAINBOWS and WITCHES, fantastical poems by William Henry Ogilvie.

mflibra: 1907 Scarce First Edition bound by Ramage - RAINBOWS and WITCHES, fantastical poems by William Henry Ogilvie.

IcebergsMelting: Happy Birthday William Henry Ogilvie

matthewjdowd: Happy bday Scottish/Australian poet/horseman/jackaroo William Henry Ogilvie b.1869. “The hooves of the horse! Oh! witching and sweet is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet; no whisper of love, no trilling of bird, can stir me as hooves on the horse have stirred.”

NORTHTRENTON: Happy Birthday to William Henry Ogilvie (d. 1963), Aubrey Beardsley (d. 1898), Richard Girulatis (d. 1963), Claude Grahame-White (d. 1959), Chandler Egan (d. 1936), Edouard Fabre (d. 1939), Ruth Manning-Sanders (d. 1988) and James Paul Moody (d. 1912).

Caledonia_Aus: "Ogilvie's writing derived from the Scottish Border ballads and from them he infused a glow of romanticism into the Australian bush. His contemporaries saw the harsher colours, he the softer and mellower ones."

NORTHTRENTON: Happy Birthday to William Henry Ogilvie (d. 1963), Aubrey Beardsley (d. 1898), Richard Girulatis (d. 1963), Claude Grahame-White (d. 1959), Chandler Egan (d. 1936), Edouard Fabre (d. 1939), Ruth Manning-Sanders (d. 1988) and James Paul Moody (d. 1912).

ontheNthday: On the 2,144,753rd day, God created William Henry Ogilvie.

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Tracey Hill: good afternoon, I have a unpublished poem by Will H Ogilvie.Would it have any monitary value .
Should i get it insured?

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