Author: Andrew Barton PatersonPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : South African War, 1899-1902
Languages : en
Pages : 200
Book Description
Rio Grande's Last Race and Other Verses
Author: Andrew Barton PatersonPublisher:
ISBN:
Category : South African War, 1899-1902
Languages : en
Pages : 200
Book Description
Rio Grande's Last Race
Author: A B PatersonPublisher: Independently Published
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 124
Book Description
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands to hold The rushing Rio Grande. He said, 'This day I bid good-bye To bit and bridle rein, To ditches deep and fences high, For I have dreamed a dream, and I Shall never ride again. 'I dreamt last night I rode this race That I to-day must ride, And cant'ring down to take my place I saw full many an old friend's face Come stealing to my side. 'Dead men on horses long since dead, They clustered on the track; The champions of the days long fled, They moved around with noiseless tread - Bay, chestnut, brown, and black. 'And one man on a big grey steed Rode up and waved his hand; Said he, "We help a friend in need, And we have come to give a lead To you and Rio Grande. '"For you must give the field the slip, So never draw the rein, But keep him moving with the whip, And if he falter - set your lip And rouse him up again. '"But when you reach the big stone wall, Put down your bridle hand And let him sail - he cannot fall - But don't you interfere at all; You trust old Rio Grande." 'We started, and in front we showed, The big horse running free: Right fearlessly and game he strode, And by my side those dead men rode Whom no one else could see. 'As silently as flies a bird, They rode on either hand; At every fence I plainly heard The phantom leader give the word, "Make room for Rio Grande!" 'I spurred him on to get the lead, I chanced full many a fall; But swifter still each phantom steed Kept with me, and at racing speed We reached the big stone wall. 'And there the phantoms on each side Drew in and blocked his leap; "Make room! make room!" I loudly cried, But right in front they seemed to ride - I cursed them in my sleep.
Rio Grande's Last Race and Other Verses
Author: Andrew Barton 'Banjo' PatersonPublisher: Good Press
ISBN:
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 78
Book Description
Rio Grande's Last Race and Other Verses is the second anthology of poems by Australian poet Andrew Barton 'Banjo' Paterson. Excerpt: "They started, and the big black steed Came flashing past the stand; All single-handed in the lead He strode along at racing speed, The mighty Rio Grande."
Rio Grande's Last Race and Other Verses
Author: Andrew Barton PatersonPublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 178
Book Description
Rio Grande's Last Race, and Other Verses
Author: Andrew Barton PatersonPublisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 228
Book Description
Rio Grande's Last Race & Other Verses
Author: Andrew Barton PatersonPublisher: Library of Alexandria
ISBN: 1465584951
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 152
Book Description
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands to hold The rushing Rio Grande. He said, 'This day I bid good-bye To bit and bridle rein, To ditches deep and fences high, For I have dreamed a dream, and I Shall never ride again. 'I dreamt last night I rode this race That I to-day must ride, And cant'ring down to take my place I saw full many an old friend's face Come stealing to my side.
Rio Grande's Last Race, and Other Verses
Author: A. B. PatersonPublisher: CreateSpace
ISBN: 9781500179069
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 94
Book Description
Rio Grande's Last Race, and Other Verses by A. B. Paterson
Rio Grande's Last Race, and Other Verses
Author: A. B. PatersonPublisher: Good Press
ISBN:
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 129
Book Description
Rio Grande's Last Race and Other Verses is the second collection of poems by the famous Australian poet Banjo Paterson. It was released in 1902, and features the poems "Rio Grande's Last Race", "Mulga Bill's Bicycle", "Saltbush Bill's Game Cock" and "Saltbush Bill's Second Fight". Paterson is famed for writing poems about Australian life, focusing particularly on the rural and outback areas, including the district around Binalong, New South Wales, where he spent much of his childhood.
Rio Grande's Last Race
Author: A B PatersonPublisher: Independently Published
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 124
Book Description
Now this was what Macpherson told While waiting in the stand; A reckless rider, over-bold, The only man with hands to hold The rushing Rio Grande. He said, 'This day I bid good-bye To bit and bridle rein, To ditches deep and fences high, For I have dreamed a dream, and I Shall never ride again. 'I dreamt last night I rode this race That I to-day must ride, And cant'ring down to take my place I saw full many an old friend's face Come stealing to my side. 'Dead men on horses long since dead, They clustered on the track; The champions of the days long fled, They moved around with noiseless tread - Bay, chestnut, brown, and black. 'And one man on a big grey steed Rode up and waved his hand; Said he, "We help a friend in need, And we have come to give a lead To you and Rio Grande. '"For you must give the field the slip, So never draw the rein, But keep him moving with the whip, And if he falter - set your lip And rouse him up again. '"But when you reach the big stone wall, Put down your bridle hand And let him sail - he cannot fall - But don't you interfere at all; You trust old Rio Grande." 'We started, and in front we showed, The big horse running free: Right fearlessly and game he strode, And by my side those dead men rode Whom no one else could see. 'As silently as flies a bird, They rode on either hand; At every fence I plainly heard The phantom leader give the word, "Make room for Rio Grande!" 'I spurred him on to get the lead, I chanced full many a fall; But swifter still each phantom steed Kept with me, and at racing speed We reached the big stone wall. 'And there the phantoms on each side Drew in and blocked his leap; "Make room! make room!" I loudly cried, But right in front they seemed to ride - I cursed them in my sleep.
Author: A. L. Paterson