David Mckee Wright Great Poems

  • 1.
    Forget not yet the tried intent
    Of such a truth as I have meant;
    My great travail so gladly spent,
    Forget not yet.
    ...
  • 2.
    I came up to-night to the station, the tramp had been longish and cold,
    My swag ain't too heavy to carry, but then I begin to get old.
    I came through this way to the diggings -- how long will that be ago now?
    Thirty years! how the country has altered, and miles of it under the plough,
    ...
  • 3.
    My mother's maids, when they did sew and spin,
    They sang sometime a song of the field mouse,
    That, for because her livelood was but thin,

    ...
  • 4.
    Mine own John Poynz, since ye delight to know
    The cause why that homeward I me draw,
    And flee the press of courts, whereso they go,
    Rather than to live thrall under the awe
    ...
  • 5.
    He strode across the schoolroom in July,
    Great Hector, clanging in his brazen mail;
    And all the cringing Greeks, with faces pale,
    Creaked into jabbering Ks and turned to fly.
    ...
  • 6.
    There's a sound of many voices in the camp and on the track,
    And letters coming up in shoals to stations at the back;
    And every boat that crosses from the sunny 'other side'
    Is bringing waves of shearers for the swelling of the tide.
    ...
  • 7.
    My galley, chargèd with forgetfulness,
    Thorough sharp seas in winter nights doth pass
    'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine en'my, alas,
    That is my lord, steereth with cruelness;
    ...
Total 7 Great Poems by David Mckee Wright

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