#Australians
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once… Old man, you’ve had your work cut… Both horses, and to hold me in the… All through the hot, slow, sleepy,… The dawn at “Moorabinda” was a mi…
[A Song of Pilgrimage] Our hopes are wild imaginings, Our schemes are airy castles, Yet these, on earth, are lords and… And we their slaves and vassals ;
A burning glass of burnish’d brass… The calm sea caught the noontide r… And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes of weed-flower seem to… Beyond the shining silver-greys,
Aye! Many a sport old Homer name… By Achilles held ‘ at his little… On the banks of the swift Scamand… And Pindar sings the Olympian dee… Of the ivory car and the milk-whit…
Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet? Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, ’tis in vain you fret ; Drifting ever! drifting onward!
The sword slew one in deadly strif… One perished by the bowl ; The third lies self-slain by the k… For three the bells may toll— I loved her better than my life,
Thou art moulded in marble impassi… False goddess, fair statue of stri… Yet standest on pedestal massive, A symbol and token of life. Thou art still, not with stillness…
From Dawn to Dusk DAWN ON skies still and starlit White lustres take hold, And grey flushes scarlet,
The terrible night-watch is over, I turn where I lie, To eastward my dim eyes discover Faint streaks in the sky ; Faint streaks on a faint light tha…
Hugo. Down drops the red sun; through th… They burst-raging waves of the sea… Foaming out their own shame-ever f… Their leprosy up with fierce glee;
Scene I ‘Discontent’ LAURENCE RABY. Laurence: I said to young Allan M’Ilveray,
The shore-boat lies in the morning… By the good ship ready for sailing… The skies are clear, and the dawn… Tho’ the bar of the bay is fleck’d… And the wind is fitfully wailing ;
['Twixt the Cup and the Lip] Prologue Calm and clear! the bright day is… The crystal expanse of the bay, Like a shield of pure metal, lies…
The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides smooth and well. The broad Atlantic’s bed of foam
Dear Bell, I enclose what you ask… A short rhyme at random, no more a… And you may insert it, for want of… Or leave it, it doesn’t much matte… And as for a tip, why, there isn’t…