#Australians
Scene I ‘Discontent’ LAURENCE RABY. Laurence: I said to young Allan M’Ilveray,
Oh! the sun rose on the lea, and t… And the steed stood ready harness’… And he left his lady’s bower, and… And he lifted cloak and weapon fro… ‘We were wed but yester-noon, must…
Hugo. Well, boy, what is it? Henry. The feast is spread. Hugo.
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 ;
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 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
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…
Mark: So, Maurice, you sail to-morrow,… And you may or may not return? Be sociable, man! for once in a wa… Unless you’re too old to learn.
On the fields of Col’raine there’… Before the Great Western is ended… The nags will have toil’d, and the… And the rails will require to be m… For the gullies are deep, and the…
Lightly the breath of the spring w… Though laden with faint perfume, ’Tis the fragrance rare that the b… The scent of the wattle bloom. Two-thirds of our journey at least…
Two years ago I was thinking On the changes that years bring fo… Now I stand where I then stood dr… The gust and the salt sea froth ; And the shuddering wave strikes, l…
They are rhymes rudely strung with… Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are… And songless bright birds; Where, with fire and fierce drough…
On 4th August, 1853. Being three days before he sailed… Across the trackless seas I go, No matter when or where, And few my future lot will know,
I REMEMBER the lowering wintry… And the mist on the Cotswold hill… Where I once heard the blast of t… Not far from the seven rills. Jack Esdale was there, and Hugh…
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;