Australian Federata (James Lister Cuthbertson Poems)
AUSTRALIA! land of lonely lake And serpent-haunted fen;Land of the torrent and the fire And forest-sundered men:Thou art not now as thou ...
AUSTRALIA! land of lonely lake And serpent-haunted fen;Land of the torrent and the fire And forest-sundered men:Thou art not now as thou ...
What a boom! boom!Sounds among the honeysuckles!Saying, "Room! room!Hold your breath and mind your knuckles!"And a fairy birdling brightFlits like ...
Anna, Child, the spring has come,Listen to the robins, dear;The honeysuckles are in bloom,The fragrance fills the air.A dove is ...
1.He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black—A lover come from legends long ago—With silver spurs and silken plumes a-blow,And ...
When the hot summer daylight is dyin', And the mist through the valley has rolled,And the soft velvet clouds ter the ...
Upon my smile let none pass compliment If it but gleam like an enchanting ray Of sunshine caught from some sweet summer ...
The Morning Star paled slowly, the Cross hung low to the sea,And down the shadowy reaches the tide came swirling ...
O For a garden of the olden time Where none but long-familiar flowers grow, Where pebbled paths go winding to and fro,And ...
'Twas the hour of four by Quarterman's clock Of a July day in the afternoon,- Four of the clock, not ...
THERE is a sheeling hidden in the wood Unknown to all save God; An ancient ash-tree and a hazel-bush Their ...
Now with a humming from the greening skies,Sphinx moths with course set true,Shoot forth, torpedoes with a spinning screw,And bulbous ...
I am weary of the Garden, Said the Rose;For the winter winds are sighing,All my playmates round me ...
Spring is the time when the sunshine is stealing And breaking through clouds o'er a landscape of green, Awakening new ...
Second SeriesCanticle 1: 12: While the king sitteth at his table,my spikenard sendeth forth the smell thereof.Oh! thou, my Lord, ...
TOUCH not that maid: She is a flower, and changeth but to fade. Fragrant is she, and fair As any ...
I PLUCKED a honeysuckle where The hedge on high is quick with thorn, ...
TO MR. J. T. RICKS. When de moon streams down On er kam still night, Let me sot by de ...
CLAMBERING up the rocky bank, Briers and honeysuckles fling Greenest branches unto air Fragrant in the early spring: Streams let ...
The lapse of waters in dim woods; the chime Of distant bells; the rustle of green trees By night winds ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Ye have been fresh and green, Ye have been fill'd with flowers; And ye the walks have been Where maids ...
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