The Female Convict’s Death. (John Dunmore Lang Poems)
I CHANCED to stray along the barren hillsThat stretch from Botany Bay to Sydney CoveOne cloudy morn. Full many a ...
I CHANCED to stray along the barren hillsThat stretch from Botany Bay to Sydney CoveOne cloudy morn. Full many a ...
I SEE the Nation, as in antique ages,Crouched with rent robes, and ashes on her head:Her mournful eyes are deep ...
THE MAIDENI gazed on a beautiful girl, How bright were the tints on her cheek!How brilliant the light in her eyes!— Her ...
The long gray twilight falls and deeper glooms Close round the graying wood that dimmer growsAs dies the Day's last yearning ...
Place thy lilly-white hand in mine, Maid with the wealth of golden hair;--Tresses, that gleaming like gold, entwine, Round about a sweet ...
Farewell ! thou vase of splendour,I need thy light no more;No brilliance canst thou renderThe world to which I soar.Nor ...
I.Orphan Hours, the Year is dead,Come and sigh, come and weep!Merry Hours, smile instead,For the Year is but asleep.See, it ...
The loud winds rattled at the door-The shutters creaked and shook,While Eva, by the cottage hearth,Sat with abstracted look.With every ...
A beggar sat by the King's highway, O, but the road was long! His hair was black and his beard ...
The sun rode high in a cloudless skyOf a perfect summer morn.She stood and gazed out into the street,And wondered ...
When the rose of Morn through the Dawn was breaking, And white on the hearth was last night's flame,Thither to ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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