Macaulay’s New Zealander. (James Brunton Stephens Poems)
IT little profits that, an idle man,On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,I mope, a solitary pelican,And glower ...
IT little profits that, an idle man,On this worn arch, in sight of wasted halls,I mope, a solitary pelican,And glower ...
Oh! the Cross of deepest blue,With the bright stars shining through,That was raised, my sons, for you,On a skirt of ...
Once a turtle, finding plenty In seclusion to bewitch, Lived a dolce far niente Kind of life within a ditch; Rivers had no charm ...
A dark, tempestuous night; the stars shut in With shrouds of fog; an inky, jet-black blotThe firmament; and where the moon ...
If ever it were time for the dead to ridethen surely that time is now:From the Leeuwin's cliffs to the ...
The grass grows over Eurekaand Stuart's tree is burned;Greenaway's stones are downand our eyes are dull and blind.The increase-stones are ...
Let the raging billow crush the vessel,But don't distract me - I must seekThe supporting central fulcrumOf all men's dreams.I ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
I. Like the sweet Naiad of the Grecian's dreams,A Spirit born of Song — unseen, all-seeing—Lives deep within our dark ...
Evening and morning, midnight and mid noon,For twice five lustres, this my cell hath been,My pleasure-house and prison.—I did swear,Kissing ...
MISTER EDITOR: I'm craving of your space a slice, or shaving - (And it's very precious space, I've always found) ...
'Twas but a dream; a fond and foolish dream; The calenture of a delirious brain,Whose fever thirst creates the rushing ...
Yet once more, my fellow-workers! Yet once more you lead the van,Armed with all unselfish motives, fighting for your fellowman.Never ...
As I lay sleepingon Bakery HillI heard her calling:The leaves were still.Her words were warm doalsIn my dreams and me:"I ...
The workers of Kembla, those leaders of men,Those leaders of deed as in thought.They challenged the might of the pound ...
The world is narrow and ways are short, and our lives are dull and slow, For little is new where ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
Sons of Australia, be loyal and true to her - Fling out the flag of the Southern Cross! Sing a ...
i don't know what you're up to yet but for me you wouldn't exist (not on this page anyway - ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
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