THE GLOVED and jewelled bards… Of Pippa, Maud, and Dorothea, Have hardly done the handsome thin… For you, my inky Cytherea. Flower of a land whose sunny skies

She knelt by the dead, in her pass… Beneath a weird forest of Tanna; She kissed the stern brow of her f… And cursed the dark race of Alkan… With faces as wild as the clouds i…

THERE’S music wafting on the ai… The evening winds are sighing Among the trees—and yonder stream Is mournfully replying, Lamenting loud the sunny light

HERE, pent about by office walls And barren eyes all day, ’Tis sweet to think of waterfalls Two hundred miles away! I would not ask you, friends, to b…

The sunsets fall and the sunsets f… But still I walk this shadowy lan… And grapple the dark and only the… In my search for a loving hand. For it’s here a still, deep woodla…

A Mountain Spring Peace hath an altar there. The so… Of thunder and the ’wildering wing… Against fire-rifted summits flash… And through grey upper gorges swoo…

The warrigal’s lair is pent in bar… Black rocks at the gorge’s mouth; It is set in ways where Summer st… With the sprites of flame and drou… But when the heights are touched w…

SHALL he, on whom the fair lord… Turned gracious eyes and countenan… Be left to lie without a wreath fr… To sleep without a flower upon his… Shall he, the son of that resplend…

Gloomy cliffs, so worn and wasted… Are ye not like giant tombstones r… Are ye not the sad memorials, tell… Dark with records ground and lette… Oh! ye show them, and I know them…

GAUL whose keel in far, dim ages… Gray old sailor of Massilia, who… Who amongst the world’s high singe… Of the man who coasted England in… Leaves of laurel, lights of music—…

Men have said that ye were sleepin… Hurl, Australians, back the lie; Whet the swords you have in keepin… Forward stand to do or die! Hear ye not, across the ocean,

THE SUN o’er the waters was thr… In the freshness of morning its be… And the breast of the ocean seemed… With glittering silvery streams: A bark in the distance was boundin…

In the beams of a beautiful day, Made soft by a breeze from the sea… The horses were started away, The fleet-footed thirty and three; Where beauty, with shining attire,

Because this man fulfilled his day… Like one who walks with steadfast… Averted from forbidden ways With lures of fair, false flowerag… Behold the Lord whose throne is d…

KATE, they say, is seventeen’ Do not count her sweet, you know. Arms of her are rather lean’ Ditto, calves and feet, you know. Features of Hellenic type