#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
The winter eve is clear and chill: the world of air is folded still; the quiet hour expects the moon; and yon my home awaits me soon behind the panes that come and go
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 hollow crystal of my winter dr… and silences, where thought for wo… shimmer’d within the icy mirror-gl… vanishes down the flood of broader… The royal weft of arduous device
An hour’s respite; once more the h… the thunderwheels of passion thro’… distantly musical, vaporously agle… about my old pain leave nought but a soft enchantment, ves…
Secreta Silvarum: Prelude Oh yon, when Holda leaves her hil… of winter, on the quest of June, black oaks with emerald lamplets t… that flicker forth to her magic tu…
When the spring mornings grew more… early I woke from dream that told of dreaded parting and the cold of the gray dawns when I should lo… to see once more that clear light…
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…
Was it the sun that broke my dream or was’t the dazzle of thy hair caught where our olden meadows see… themselves again and yet more fair… Ah, sun that woke me, limpid strea…
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…
THE PANGS that guard the gates… the naked sword that will be kist, how distant seem’d they to the b… white flashes in the rosy mist! Ah, not where tender play was scre…
The grand cortège of glory and yo… flaunt standards, and the flood of… I alone linger, a regretful guest, here where the hostelry has crumbl… emptied of warmth and life, and 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…
Fire in the heavens, and fire alon… and fire made solid in the flinty… thick-mass’d or scatter’d pebble,… the breathless hour that lives in… This valley, long ago the patient…
Come out, come out, ye souls that… or will ye sit and stifle in your… dreaming of some master that holds… and the waves of darkness yonder i… nay, there is none that rules: all…
