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...the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot.
Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze
From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees,
There are voice-haunted gaps, ever sullen and strange,
But Eurunderee lies like a gem in the range.

Still I see in my fancy the dark-green and blue
Of the box-covered hills where the five-corners grew;
And the rugged old sheoaks that sighed in the bend
O'er the lily-decked pools where the dark ridges end,
And the scrub-covered...Read more of this...
by Lawson, Henry



...nets of Bonny Dundee. 
Come fill up my cup, etc. 

These cowls of Kilmarnock had spits and had spears, 
And lang-hafted gullies to kill cavaliers; 
But they shrunk to close-heads and the causeway was free, 
At the toss of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. 
Come fill up my cup, etc. 

He spurred to the foot of the proud Castle rock, 
And with the gay Gordon he gallantly spoke; 
‘Let Mons Meg and her marrows speak twa words or three, 
For the love of the bonnet of Bonny Dundee.’ 
Com...Read more of this...
by Scott, Sir Walter
...strings of muddy waterholes 
In the place of "shining rivers" (walled by cliffs and forest boles). 
"Range!" of ridgs, gullies, ridges, barren! where the madden'd flies -- 
Fiercer than the plagues of Egypt -- swarm about your blighted eyes! 
Bush! where there is no horizon! where the buried bushman sees 
Nothing. Nothing! but the maddening sameness of the stunted trees! 
Lonely hut where drought's eternal -- suffocating atmosphere -- 
Where the God forgottcn hatter dreams o...Read more of this...
by Lawson, Henry
...ended there beneath the heedless sky,
As barbarous folk expose their old to die.
Upon that generous-rounding side,
With gullies scarified
Where keen Neglect his lash hath plied,
Dwelt one I knew of old, who played at toil,
And gave to coquette Cotton soul and soil.
Scorning the slow reward of patient grain,
He sowed his heart with hopes of swifter gain,
Then sat him down and waited for the rain.
He sailed in borrowed ships of usury --
A foolish Jason on a treacherous sea,
See...Read more of this...
by Lanier, Sidney
...e desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. 
Where the brooding old ridge rises up to the breeze 
From his dark lonely gullies of stringy-bark trees, 
There are voice-haunted gaps, ever sullen and strange, 
But Eurunderee lies like a gem in the range. 

Still I see in my fancy the dark-green and blue 
Of the box-covered hills where the five-corners grew; 
And the rugged old sheoaks that sighed in the bend 
O'er the lily-decked pools where the dark ridges end, 
And the scrub-...Read more of this...
by Lawson, Henry



...say, 
For it's close upon my death I am tonight. 
With the troopers hard behind me I've been hiding all the day 
In the gullies keeping close and out of sight. 
But they're watching all the ranges till there's not a bird could fly, 
And I'm fairly worn to pieces with the strife, 
So I'm taking no more trouble, but I'm going home to die, 
'Tis the only way I see to save my life. 

"Yes, I'm making home to mother's, and I'll die o' Tuesday next 
An' be buried on the Thursday --...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...e with steel,
I wake in every nerve.
I watch a beacon swing
From dark to blazing bright;
We thunder through ravines
And gullies washed with light.
Beyond the mountain pass
Mist deepens on the pane;
We rush into a rain
That rattles double glass.
Wheels shake the roadbed stone,
The pistons jerk and shove,
I stay up half the night
To see the land I love....Read more of this...
by Roethke, Theodore
...et out, and planned to journey back.
By memory, he passed along the way he'd taken before,
Who could know the hills and gullies had now completely changed?
Now he faced only the great mountain where he remembered the entrance,
Each time he followed the clear stream, he found only cloud and forest.
Spring comes, and all again is peach blossom and water,
No-one knows how to reach that immortal place....Read more of this...
by Wei, Wang
...charm upon you and you won’t get over that." 
O said Grenfell to my spirit, " Though you write of breezy peaks, 
Golden Gullies, wattle sidings, and the pools in she-oak creeks, 
Of the place your kin were born in and the childhood that you knew, 
And your father’s distant Norway (though it has some claim on you), 
Though you sing of dear old Mudgee and the home on Pipeclay Flat, 
You were born on Grenfell goldfield – and you can’t get over that ."...Read more of this...
by Lawson, Henry
..."Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea
They ain't no birds, not really", said Billy the Dane.
"Not mollies, nor gullies, nor goneys at all", said he,
"But simply the sperrits of mariners livin' again.

"Them birds goin' fishin' is nothin' but the souls o' the drowned,
Souls o' the drowned, an' the kicked as are never no more
An' that there haughty old albat...Read more of this...
by Masefield, John
...ky. Of course, Eurydice was a part
Of this. Then one day, everything changed. He rends
Rocks into fissures with lament. Gullies, hummocks
Can't withstand it. The sky shudders from one horizon
To the other, almost ready to give up wholeness.
Then Apollo quietly told him: "Leave it all on earth.
Your lute, what point? Why pick at a dull pavan few care to 
Follow, except a few birds of dusty feather,
Not vivid performances of the past." But why not?
All other things must change ...Read more of this...
by Ashbery, John
...lie his mates now on watery bed)
 Takes to the seas and snows
As sheer down the ship goes. 

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Now her afterdraught gullies him too down;
Now he wrings for breath with the deathgush brown;
 Till a lifebelt and God's will
Lend him a lift from the sea-swill. 

 17

Now he shoots short up to the round air;
Now he gasps, now he gazes everywhere;
 But his eye no cliff, no coast or
Mark makes in the rivelling snowstorm. 

 18

Him, after an hour of wintry waves,
A schooner sigh...Read more of this...
by Hopkins, Gerard Manley
...s right among them still,
As he raced across a clearing in pursuit.
Then they lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met
In the ranges—but a final glimpse reveals
On a dim and distant hillside, the wild horses racing yet
With the man from Snowy River at their heels.

And he ran them single-handed till their flanks were white with foam;
He followed like a bloodhound in their track,
Till they halted, cowed and beaten; and he turned their heads for home,
And alone and...Read more of this...
by Paterson, Andrew Barton
...uth Seas drain; 
`And the land grows old and the people never 
`Will see the worth of the Darling River. 

`I drown dry gullies and lave bare hills, 
`I turn drought-ruts into rippling rills -- 
`I form fair island and glades all green 
`Till every bend is a sylvan scene. 
`I have watered the barren land ten leagues wide! 
`But in vain I have tried, ah! in vain I have tried 
`To show the sign of the Great All Giver, 
`The Word to a people: O! lock your river. 

`I want no bli...Read more of this...
by Lawson, Henry
...could not dam that ceaseless torrent of dust 
that carried the shacks of the poor, to their root-rock music, 
down the gullies of Yallahs and August Town, 
to lodge them on thorns of maca, with their rags 
crucified by cactus, tins, old tires, cartons; 
from the black Warieka Hills the sky glowed fierce as 
the dials of a million radios, 
a throbbing sunset that glowed like a grid 
where the dread beat rose from the jukebox of Kingston. 
He saw the fountains dried of quadril...Read more of this...
by Walcott, Derek
...The rain gullies the garden paths
And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades.
A tree, at the end of my arm, is hazy with mist.
Even so, I can see that it has red berries,
A scarlet fruit,
Filmed over with moisture.
It seems as though the rain,
Dripping from it,
Should be tinged with colour.
I desire the berries,
But, in the mist, I only scratch my hand on the tho...Read more of this...
by Lowell, Amy
...
Soaked in crimson.

IIIRabbles of tattered leaves
Holding golden flimsy hopes
Against the tramplings
Into the pits and gullies.

IVHoarfrost and silence:
Only the muffling
Of winds dark and lonesome—
Great lullabies to the long sleepers....Read more of this...
by Sandburg, Carl
...strings of muddy water-holes 
In the place of `shining rivers' -- `walled by cliffs and forest boles.' 
Barren ridges, gullies, ridges! where the ever-madd'ning flies -- 
Fiercer than the plagues of Egypt -- swarm about your blighted eyes! 
Bush! where there is no horizon! where the buried bushman sees 
Nothing -- Nothing! but the sameness of the ragged, stunted trees! 
Lonely hut where drought's eternal, suffocating atmosphere 
Where the God-forgotten hatter dreams of city ...Read more of this...
by Lawson, Henry

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