#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…
If questioning would make us wise No eyes would ever gaze in eyes; If all our tale were told in speec… No mouths would wander each to eac… Were spirits free from mortal mesh
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…
Each day I see the long ships com… and the people crowding to their r… because to have been alone with th… of anything happening in any crowd… and to have heard no other voice t…
Once, when the sun-burst flew its banner above broad seas and ea… my casement knew that morning in her wondrous isle… perpetual balm, and tidings trumpe…
Was it the sun that broke my dream or was’t the dazzle of thy hair caught where our olden meadows see… themselves again and yet more fair… Ah, sun that woke me, limpid strea…
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…
O WHITE wind, numbing the world to a mask of suffering hate! and thy goblin pipes have skirl’… all night, at my broken gate. O heart, be hidden and kept
The tuberose thickens the air: a s… lies close on open’d calyx and sli… thro’ all the garden bosom-bound b… dense night that hangs, her own pe… no star: and heaven and earth, see…
Spring-ripple of green along the w… keen plash of aery waves that play… and in my heart thy dreamy smart, O distant day! Oh whisper hidden in the spring
The droning tram swings westward:… the wire sings overhead, and chill midwinter draughts rattle the glas… that shows the dusking way I pass to yon four turreted square tower
White dawn, that tak’st the heaven… of amorous artifice, art thou the bearer of my perfect… divine, untrod, from some forgotten window of Para…
An hour’s respite; once more the h… the thunderwheels of passion thro’… distantly musical, vaporously agle… about my old pain leave nought but a soft enchantment, ves…
Fire in the heavens, and fire alon… and fire made solid in the flinty… thick-massed or scattered pebble,… the breathless hour that lives in… This valley, long ago the patient…
