#Australians
With short, sharp violent lights m… To the southward far as the sight… Only the swirl of the surges livid… The seas that climb and the surfs… Only the crag and the cliff to nor…
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…
From Dawn to Dusk DAWN ON skies still and starlit White lustres take hold, And grey flushes scarlet,
Hark! the bells of distant cattle Waft across the range, Through the golden-tufted wattle Music low and strange; Like the marriage of peal fairies
Aye, snows are rife in December, And sheaves are in August yet, And you would have me remember, And I would rather forget ; In the bloom of the May-day weath…
['Twixt the Cup and the Lip] Prologue Calm and clear! the bright day is… The crystal expanse of the bay, Like a shield of pure metal, lies…
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…
Adieu to kindred hearts and home, To pleasure, joy, and mirth, A fitter foot than mine to roam Could scarcely tread the earth ; For they are now so few indeed
Am I waking? Was I sleeping? Dearest, are you watching yet? Traces on your cheeks of weeping Glitter, ’tis in vain you fret ; Drifting ever! drifting onward!
When he, that shepherd false, 'nea… Carried his hostess Helen o’er th… In fitful slumber Nereus hush’d t… That he might sing their future de… A curse to your ancestral home you…
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once… Old man, you’ve had your work cut… Both horses, and to hold me in the… All through the hot, slow, sleepy,… The dawn at “Moorabinda” was a mi…
Dramatis Personae HUGO, a Norman Baron and a Scho… ERIC, a friend of Hugo’s. THURSTON, | EUSTACE, |
White steeds of ocean, that leap w… On the bar of ironstone steep, not… Is there never a seer nor sophist… When speech the harshest and rough… My ears are constantly smitten by…
Mark: So, Maurice, you sail to-morrow,… And you may or may not return? Be sociable, man! for once in a wa… Unless you’re too old to learn.
Dear Bell, I enclose what you ask… A short rhyme at random, no more a… And you may insert it, for want of… Or leave it, it doesn’t much matte… And as for a tip, why, there isn’t…