#Australians
To beasts of the field, and fowls… And fish of the sea alike, Man’s hand is ever slow to spare, And ever ready to strike ; With a license to kill, and to wor…
From Dawn to Dusk DAWN ON skies still and starlit White lustres take hold, And grey flushes scarlet,
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…
The shore-boat lies in the morning… By the good ship ready for sailing… The skies are clear, and the dawn… Tho’ the bar of the bay is fleck’d… And the wind is fitfully wailing ;
Aye! Many a sport old Homer name… By Achilles held ‘ at his little… On the banks of the swift Scamand… And Pindar sings the Olympian dee… Of the ivory car and the milk-whit…
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.
Hugo. Well, boy, what is it? Henry. The feast is spread. Hugo.
The sword slew one in deadly strif… One perished by the bowl ; The third lies self-slain by the k… For three the bells may toll— I loved her better than my life,
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…
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,
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
[The Philosophy of a Feast] Make merry, comrades, eat and drin… (The sunlight flickers on the sea)… The garlands gleam, the glasses cl… The grape juice mantles fair and f…
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
Scene I ‘Discontent’ LAURENCE RABY. Laurence: I said to young Allan M’Ilveray,
“Turn out, boys!”—"What’s up with… The man’s mad—Two hours to daybre… Stark mad—why, there isn’t a glimm… “Take Bolingbroke, Alec, give Ja… Look sharp. A large vessel lies j…