#AustralianWriters
With alien hearts to frame our law… And cheat us as of old, In vain our soil is rich, in vain ’Tis seamed with virgin gold: But the present only yields us nou…
WITH silent step behold her stea… Over those envious clouds that hid Till now her face, then stand’a… Of silver on heaven’s mighty lid… So round me would I have her ligh…
I stand in thought beside my fathe… The grave of one who, in his old a… Too late perhaps, since he endured… Of corporal anguish, sweating bloo… But not an hour too soon’no, not…
One summer morn, out of the sea-wa… A speck-like Cloud, the season’s… Came softly floating up the boundl… And o’er the sun-parched hills all… Onward she glided through the azur…
A thousand million souls arise Out of the cradle of to-day, And, like a living storm, beneath… Go thundering on their fatal way! But ere to-morrow’s sun
Could we as mortals but our end fo… How little in our minds the world… Could we as spirits but this life… And be again incarnate as we were, How little might be done like what…
A settler in the olden times went… With four of his most bold and tru… Into the wilderness—went forth to… New streams and wider pastures for… Increasing flocks and herds. O’er…
I dreamed I was a sculptor, and h… Out of a towering adamantine crag A mighty figure, stately, giant-li… And with the face of a Homeric go… Planted aloft upon the levelled co…
A MIDSUMMER NOON IN… Not a bird disturbs the air! There is quiet everywhere; Over plains and over woods What a mighty stillness broods.
I dreamt my little boys were dead And I was sitting wild and lone; On closed unmoving knees my head Lay rigid as a stone. And thus I sat without a tear,
DARK is her cheek, but her blood… Comes through its dusk with a suns… While joy, like a prairie-bee, sla… At the red honey-cup of her smilin… And her wild eyes glow, like meteo…
Think you I have not skill to gat… If I could love it as some others… Or that I lack the spirit of a bo… And resolute man in any cause that… Because I scorn to juggle with yo…
RISING and setting suns of Libe… Mountainous exploits and the wreck… By stormy Passion o’er Life’s… Relieved with shores of green deli… And starry dreams and the serene p…
I SATE upon a lonely peak, A backwood river’s course to view, And watched the changing shadows f… Its liquid length of gleaming blue… Streaked by the crane slow gliding…
HER IMAGE haunts me. Lo! I mu… And straight it gathers from the g… My soul its mirror, which (as some… Impictures the cerulean smiles of… Through the hushed night retains i…