#Australians
A mellower light doth Sol afford, His meridian glare has pass’d And the trees on the broad and slo… Their length’ning shadows cast. ‘Time flies.’ The current will b…
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…
‘Then hey for boot and horse, lad! And round the world away! Young blood will have its course,… And every dog his day!’—C. Kingsl… There’s a formula which the west c…
Rest, and be thankful! On the ver… Of the tall cliff rugged and grey, But whose granite base the breaker… And shiver their frothy spray, Outstretched, I gaze on the eddyi…
I’LL tell you a story ; but pass… And let us make merry to-night, my… Aye, those were the days when my b… I like to remember them now and th… Then Miles was living, and Cuthbe…
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…
’Tis a nameless stone that stands… The gusts in the gloomy gorges whi… Brown leaves and red till they cov… Now I trust that your sleep is a… I said in my wrath, when his shado…
Hugo. Well, boy, what is it? Henry. The feast is spread. Hugo.
IN Collins Street standeth a sta… A statue tall, on a pillar of ston… Telling its story, to great and sm… Of the dust reclaimed from the san… Weary and wasted, and worn and wan…
The Lay of the Last Squatter Draw your chair to the fire, old w… The days are warm, but the nights… So, they’ve hunted our milkers off… And pounded them, calves and all,…
[A Ballad] To fetch clear water out of the sp… The little maid Margaret ran, From the stream to the castle’s we… It was but a bowshot span ;
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…
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,
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…
['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…