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• Only a Jockey

  Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light,
  Out on the track where the night shades still lurk,
  ere the first gleam of the sungod's returning light …

  Banjo Paterson

• Only a Shrine, but Mine —

  Only a Shrine, but Mine —
  I made the Taper shine —
  Madonna dim, to whom all Feet may come, …

  Emily Dickinson

• Only God — detect the Sorrow —

  Only God — detect the Sorrow —
  Only God —
  The Jehovahs — are no Babblers — …

• The only man that eer I knew

  * * *
  The only Man that eer I knew
  Who did not make me almost spew …

  William Blake

• The Open Steeplechase

  I had ridden over hurdles up the country once or twice,
  By the side of Snowy River with a horse they called "The Ace".
  And we brought him down to Sydney, and our rider, Jimmy Rice, …

  Banjo Paterson

• Our Bonny Scots Lads

  Our bonny Scots lads, in their green tartan plaids.
  Their blue-belted bonnets, and feathers sae braw,
  Rank'd up on the green were fair to be seen, …

  Robert Tannahill

• Our journey had advanced —

  Our journey had advanced —
  Our feet were almost come
  To that odd Fork in Being's Road — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Our little secrets slink away —

  Our little secrets slink away —
  Beside God's shall not tell —
  He kept his word a Trillion years …

• Our lives are Swiss —

  Our lives are Swiss —
  So still — so Cool —
  Till some odd afternoon …

  Emily Dickinson

• Our New Horse

  The boys had come back from the races
  All silent and down on their luck;
  They'd backed 'em, straight out and for places, …

  Banjo Paterson

• Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.

  Ourselves we do inter with sweet derision.
  The channel of the dust who once achieves
  Invalidates the balm of that religion …

  Emily Dickinson

• Out of sight? What of that?

  Out of sight? What of that?
  See the Bird — reach it!
  Curve by Curve — Sweep by Sweep — …

  Emily Dickinson

• Over and over, like a Tune —

  Over and over, like a Tune —
  The Recollection plays —
  Drums off the Phantom Battlements …

  Emily Dickinson

• Over the fence —

  Over the fence —
  Strawberries — grow —
  Over the fence — …

  C. J. Dennis

• Over the Range

  Little bush maiden, wondering-eyed,
  Playing alone in the creek-bed dry,
  In the small green flat on every side …

  Banjo Paterson

• Pain — has an Element of Blank —

  Pain — has an Element of Blank —
  It cannot recollect
  When it begun — or if there were …

  Emily Dickinson

• The Pannikin Poet

  There's nothing here sublime,
  But just a roving rhyme,
  Run off to pass the time, …

  Banjo Paterson

• Papa above!

  Papa above!
  Regard a Mouse
  O'erpowered by the Cat! …

  Emily Dickinson

• Paradise is of the option.

  Paradise is of the option.
  Whosoever will
  Own in Eden notwithstanding …

• The Paradox (Donne)

  No lover saith, I love, nor any other
  ⁠Can judge a perfect lover;
  He thinks that else none can or will agree, …

  John Donne

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