#Australians
Though I have loved you well, I w… And you, too, fancied me, Your heart hath too divided been A constant heart to be. And like the gay and youthful knig…
Hugo. Well, boy, what is it? Henry. The feast is spread. Hugo.
Boot and saddle, see, the slanting Rays begin to fall, Flinging lights and colours flaunt… Through the shadows tall. Onward! onward! must we travel?
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…
On the fields of Col’raine there’… Before the Great Western is ended… The nags will have toil’d, and the… And the rails will require to be m… For the gullies are deep, and the…
Oh! wind that whistles o’er thorns… Of this fruitful earth like a gobl… Why should he labour to help his n… Who feels too reckless to help him… The wail of the breeze in the bend…
The terrible night-watch is over, I turn where I lie, To eastward my dim eyes discover Faint streaks in the sky ; Faint streaks on a faint light tha…
Part I Visions in the Smoke Rest, and be thankful! On the ver… Of the tall cliff rugged and grey, But whose granite base the breaker…
[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 ;
They say that poison-sprinkled flo… Are sweeter in perfume Than when, untouched by deadly dew… They glowed in early bloom. They say that men condemned to die
A burning glass of burnish’d brass… The calm sea caught the noontide r… And sunny slopes of golden grass And wastes of weed-flower seem to… Beyond the shining silver-greys,
You’ll take my tale with a little… But it needs none, nevertheless! I was foiled completely– fair at f… Disheartened, too, I confess! At the splitters’ tent I had seen…
The Lord shall slay or the Lord s… He is righteous whether He save o… Brother, give thanks for the gifts… Though the gifts He gave He hath… Shall we strive for that which is…
The spring-wind pass’d through the… And the cedar toss’d her head, and… The spring-wind pass’d through the… And whisper’d low in the hearts of… Singing—'Let us rejoice in the li…
Francesca Crush’d and throng’d are all the p… In our amphitheatre, ‘Midst a sea of swarming faces I can yet distinguish her ;