#AustralianWriters
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…
Fair as the Night—when all the as… Of heaven are burning in the clear… Is Nora; and her eyes, like star-… Lustrous with glowing thoughts and… And that mysterious pathos which i…
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…
My soul is raying like a star, My heart is happier than a bird, And all to hear through fortune’s… One promissory word. A sound as simple as the low
IT IS the morning star, arising… Out of yon hill’s dark bulk, as sh… Of its desire for day; then glides… And into the dim sky, there leavin… A whiteness in her wake that white…
With silent step behold her steal Over those envious clouds that hid Till now her face, then stand—a se… Of silver on heaven’s mighty lid! So round me would I have her ligh…
MINE heart is heavy with an anci… My brain is aching with a clinging… And if I seek to smooth away the… It plougheth in my soul, in the re… And balminess of Song, the cheat…
Behold an Indian isle, reposed Upon the deep’s enamoured breast, Even like a royal bride, be-rosed With passion in her happy rest. Or, when the morn is there disclos…
NIGHTLY I watch the moon with… Flaking the city house-tops, till… Thy memory, Rosa, like a presence… Down in her light: for ever in her… Thy soul’s similitude my soul hath…
A HEAVY and desolate sense of l… Is all the Past makes mine—and st… A cold contempt of Fortune’s stri… Despite the dread Of want of bread,
SHALL we sing of Loyalty To the far South’s fiery youth? Yea—but let the pæan be Of loyalty to God and Truth: To Man, to progress, and to all
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…
THERE’S a rare Soul of Poesy w… But concentrated by the chastened… Of constant hearts. Where’er the… Of beautiful Nature hath enhanced… Of some Petrarchian mind whose st…
Night was new-throned in heaven, a… Together in the cool and shadowles… That thickened round, at the wild… Ere yet the moon’s red rim had sho… The pine-trees. For in both our s…
SHE loves me! From her own bliss… The live confession came, like ric… From crimson petals bursting into… And still my heart at the remembra… Like a young lion, and my tongue t…