#Australians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
I saw my life as whitest flame light-leaping in a crystal sky, and virgin colour where it came pass’d to its heart, in love to di… It wrapped the world in tender har…
The winter eve is clear and chill: the world of air is folded still; the quiet hour expects the moon; and yon my home awaits me soon behind the panes that come and go
Of old, on her terrace at evening ...not here... in some long-gone k… O, folded close to her breast!... —our gaze dwelt wide on the blackn… (was it trees? or a shadowy passio…
MY heart was wandering in the san… a restless thing, a scorn apart; Love set his fire in my hands, I clasp’d the flame unto my heart. Surely, I said, my heart shall tu…
Deep in my hidden country stands a… and none hath known its name and none, save I, hath even skill… thence my wild spirit came. Thither I turn, when the day’s ga…
How old is my heart, how old, how… and did I ever go forth with song… I seem to have trod on many ways:… I know not how many homes; and to… was still to leave a portion of mi…
Of old, on her terrace at evening —not here—in some long-gone kingdo… oh, folded close to her breast! Our gaze dwelt wide on the blackne… (was it trees? or a shadowy passio…
Dead stars, beneath the midnight’s… and round your dungeon-gulf that b… and fall not, since no lower than… needs when the wing is dash’d and… is this your shadow on the watcher…
Spring breezes over the blue, now lightly frolicking in some tro… go forth to meet her way, for here the spell hath won and dr… 0 happy wind, thou that in her war…
Secreta Silvarum: Prelude Oh yon, when Holda leaves her hil… of winter, on the quest of June, black oaks with emerald lamplets t… that flicker forth to her magic tu…
Autumn: the year breathes dully to… beside its dying sacrificial fire; the dim world’s middle-age of vain… is strangely troubled, waiting for… that speaks the winter’s welcome m…
I am shut out of mine own heart because my love is far from me, nor in the wonders have I part that fill its hidden empery: the wildwood of adventurous though…
And shall the living waters heed our vain desire, insensate Art! and fill the common dust I knead upgather’d from the trodden mart? As well might they forsake their c…
Scant majesty of stars prevails across the uncreated night, and fate is in the wind that wails or clamours on the lonely height. The years that go to make me man
Dies Dominica! the sunshine burns strong incense on the breathing fi… lucid, intense, all colour towards… that souls of flowers on the air a… What claustral joy to-day is on th…
