#AustralianWriters
THE PAST is flowing through my… Flowing like a sea; With all its billows dancing brigh… Over what?—an undermight Of darkling loss and destiny.
“’TIS nine o’clock:—to bed!” crie… Who with his youthful household (f… Long since) inhabited a lonely hom… In the Australian wilderness, tha… As with an unshorn fleece of gloom…
There’s a regret that from my boso… Wrings forth a dirgy sweetness, li… Of deathward love; that ever in my… Uttereth such tones as in some for… Seem gathered from the harmonies t…
How full of God those evening ski… Arrayed in calmest loveliness; But ah! To think how many eyes Are wet with weeping none the less… Nay, hearts are aching, eyes are w…
’TWAS night—and where a watery s… Came moaning up the Flat, Six rude and bearded stockmen roun… Their blazing hut-fire sat, And laughed as on some starting ho…
A STREAMLET is a bright and b… In some wide desert, where it keep… Of each wayfarer’s heart: The Star of Evening is a gracious… Instinct as ’twere with all the lo…
A LONELY boy, far venturing fro… Out on the half-wild herd’s faint… ’Mid rock-browned mountains, which… Glare into haggard chasms deep ado… A rude and craggy world, the prosp…
IT WAS a tale of passion that we… Of two who loved, not happily, but… And evermore her gentle breast did… Like a twin-billow,—for her feelin… Upon its rhythmic grief—and brimmi…
Part I HOW wonderful are dreams! If the… As some have said, the thin disjoi… Of thoughts or feelings, long fore… All interweaving, set in ghostly a…
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…
LONG ere I knew thee—years of lo… A shape would gather from my dream… The soul-sweet influence of its ge… Into my heart, to thrill it to the… Then would I wake, with lonely he…
DOWNWARD, through the blooming… Of a lonely forest bower, Come the yellow sunbeams,—falling Like a burning shower: So through heaven’s starry ceiling
MY beautiful! For beautiful thou… To me thy father, as the morning l… Which makes all common objects fre… Yea gives them out of the dun void… As they were newly fashion’d from…
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…
A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promi… Settled down near my Station, to… And to sell to, my men too! from w… Until then, I had screw’d just wh… And for this, to be sure, I so ha…