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Was an Australian poet and fiction writer.
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Dorothea Mackellar's poems
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They're burning off at the Rampadells, The tawny flames uprise,
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WHEN the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze, And bats begin their jerky skimming flight,
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The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes,
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Rating: 3.57 Votes: 7 |
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This life that we call our own Is neither strong nor free;
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Rating: 3.00 Votes: 6 |
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From my window I can see, Where the sandhills dip,
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Rating: 4.00 Votes: 7 |
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