#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
O WHITE wind, numbing the world to a mask of suffering hate! and thy goblin pipes have skirl’… all night, at my broken gate. O heart, be hidden and kept
Autumn: the year breathes dully to… beside its dying sacrificial fire; the dim world’s middle-age of vain… is strangely troubled, waiting for… that speaks the winter’s welcome m…
Dawns of the world, how I have kn… so many, and so varied, and the sa… dawns o’er the timid plains, or in… of the arm’d hills, or by the unsl… a chill touch on the chill flesh o…
Under a sky of uncreated mud or sunk beneath the accursed stree… is added up of cupboard-musty week… and ring’d about with walls of ugl… some narrow world of ever-streamin…
I saw my life as whitest flame light-leaping in a crystal sky, and virgin colour where it came pass’d to its heart, in love to di… It wrapped the world in tender har…
Deep in my hidden country stands a… and none hath known its name and none, save I, hath even skill… thence my wild spirit came. Thither I turn, when the day’s ga…
Old wonder flush’d the east anew and shed the golden air, and wing of song that summon’d, from the de… and rapture of the fields of sprin… old wonder blossom’d in my heart:
And does she still perceive, her c… white fields, where maiden Dawn is anguish’d with the untold appro… or in the wooing forenoon softly p… where of our little friends
The tuberose thickens the air: a s… lies close on open’d calyx and sli… thro’ all the garden bosom-bound b… dense night that hangs, her own pe… no star: and heaven and earth, see…
Dead stars, beneath the midnight’s… and round your dungeon-gulf that b… and fall not, since no lower than… needs when the wing is dash’d and… is this your shadow on the watcher…
How old is my heart, how old, how… and did I ever go forth with song… I seem to have trod on many ways:… I know not how many homes; and to… was still to leave a portion of mi…
White dawn, that tak’st the heaven… of amorous artifice, art thou the bearer of my perfect… divine, untrod, from some forgotten window of Para…
The droning tram swings westward:… the wire sings overhead, and chill midwinter draughts rattle the glas… that shows the dusking way I pass to yon four turreted square tower
Dies Dominica! the sunshine burns strong incense on the breathing fi… lucid, intense, all colour towards… that souls of flowers on the air a… What claustral joy to-day is on th…
Of old, on her terrace at evening —not here—in some long-gone kingdo… oh, folded close to her breast! Our gaze dwelt wide on the blackne… (was it trees? or a shadowy passio…
