#Australians #XIXCentury
(A Romance.) December 11th, 1867. The fleecy clouds had passed away Before the bright approach of day, And now the morning’s radiance shi…
Tell me not in future numbers That our thought becomes inane, That our metre halts and lumbers, When the Wattle blooms again. Lies of great men all remind us
Opposed to Jewish Temple-rites, Strange to the lore of Greece, That message comes from starry hei… A key to lasting Peace. What-e’er our creed, we own its th…
Now the truce of night brings resp… And in listlessness I pace the ri… Where the solitude is wounded by n… But illicit fancy will not be deni… For the darkening flat reiterates…
A spectral film that came and went… In its elusive way gave vent In some unreal words which meant; ‘I think therefore I am.’ That phantasm only thought it thou…
“Prove what Life can give of glad… Seek for aught that merits trust— All thy mirth will turn to sadness… All thy bliss to cold disgust. Soon revolving years will banish
When the great Creator fashion’d… He commission’d us to dominate the… But His ordinance meets denial st… For the Boer is always with us, c… Yet the Lord has given us grace t…
Sing the evil days we see, and the… In such doggerel as dejection will… We are pilgrims, sorrow-led, with… No elysian Up the Country for us… For the settlements extend till th…
You argue—as sympathy governs your… That Wisdom distributes the capon… Indulging the sinful, and stinting… Or starving the wicked, and fatten… You are wrong to the Evil One; he…
Johnny’s drowned—here’s his clo’es Where he’s got to, we dunno; Sure enough, he never rose; So we thought we’d let you know. Gosh! the fright has knocked us fl…
No two leaves that wave in Arden, No two grass blades on the plain, No two flowers that gem the garden… Show as twins in form or vein, No two grains of desert sand
O Time! Time! Time! Thou wondrous mystery! Within whose rune and rhyme Lies all Man’s history Before Creation’s birth
“Are you the Cove?” He spoke the… As freeman only can. The squatter freezingly inquir’d, “What do you mean, my man?” “Are you the Cove?” His voice was…
A gentle loving thoughtful boy, But happy gay and bright: A gleam of sunshine from the sky That filled a home with light. And whether busied with his play
While changing Seasons run their… Controlled and guided from above, It is thy part to re-enforce The broadening stream of Light an…