#Australians
Let your song be delicate. The skies declare No war—the eyes of lovers Wake everywhere. Let your voice be delicate.
I would be dismal with all the fin… But I can talk plainly to you, yo… Here in the heart of September th… Of the hot happy sound of the shea… Soon would I tire of all riches o…
HAVE you ever been down to my co… Where the trees are green and tall… The days are long and the heavens… But the people there are small. There is no work there; it is alwa…
When he was old and thin And knew not night or day He would sit up to say Something of the fire within. How woefully his chin
Fear it has faded and the night: The bells all peal the hour of nin… The schoolgirls hastening through… Touch the unknowable Divine. What leavening in my heart would b…
When you go underground with all y… Your kindly lies and your ridiculo… You shall not ever fear to face ag… The strong man’s rage, the woman w… Nor song nor sigh will beat upon y…
A certain old maid at Port Victor had many strange pets to afflict h… her Kangaroos fought with the emus she caught and when she protested, they kicke…
Beauty imposes reverence in the S… Grave as the urge within the honey… It wounds us as we sing. Beauty is joy that stays not overl… Clad in the magic of sincerities,
In the dim counties we take the long calm Lilting no haziness, sequel or psalm. The little street wenches,
He has the full moon on his breast… The moonbeams are about hs wing; He has the colours of a king. I see him floating unto rest When all eyes wearily go west,
O HEART of Spring! Spirit of light and love and joyou… So soon to faint beneath the fiery… Still smiles the Earth, eager for… Welcome art thou, soever short thy…
ALL singers have shadows That follow like fears, But I know a singer Who never saw tears; A gay love—a green love—
A pleasant shady place it is, a pl… The township folk go up and down,… Along the river lies my world, a d… I sit and learn - I cannot go; th… But Granny she has seen the world…
YOUR voice was the rugged old voice that I knew; I gave the best grip of my greeting to you. I knew not of your lips—
THE STARS are pale. Old is the Night, his case is gri… His strength doth fail. Through stilly hours The dews have draped with love’s o…