Casterton To Mount Gambier (Dame Mary Gilmore DBE Poems)
O to go out once more and see the moon's clear shining Break on the waters into silver bars,Hear ...
O to go out once more and see the moon's clear shining Break on the waters into silver bars,Hear ...
WHILE the skies of this northern NovemberScowl down with a darkening menace,I wonder if you still rememberThat marvellous summer in ...
I am the king of a wide domain, and you deem it a wonderful thing;But the kingly height is a ...
Iusiurandum patri datum usqueathanc diem ita servavi... Hannibal I - Why ride away, Shadow, hands broken on the mail, Sparks ...
The prisoned thrush may brook the cage,The captive eagle dies for rage. Lady of the Lake. 'Twas a trumpet's pealing ...
Who hath heard the legions tramping? Who hath heard the chargers champing? Who hath looked upon the arming ...
'Say, what saw you on the hill, Campesino Garcia?' 'I saw my brindled heifer there, A trail of bowmen, spent ...
Build your houses, build your houses, build your towns,Fell the woodland, to a gutter turn the brook,Pave the meadows, pave ...
WITH streaming pennons, scorning sail and oar,With steady tramp and swift revolving wheel,And even pulse from throbbing heart of steel,She ...
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and gast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his ...
O golden month! How high thy gold is heaped! The yellow birch-leaves shine like bright coins strung On wands; the ...
Dear love, if you and I could sail away, With snowy pennons to the wind unfurled, Across the waters of ...
I gave an eye to save from night A babe born blind; And now with eager semi-sight Vast joy I ...
Across the land a faint blue veil of mist Seems hung; the woods wear yet arrayment sober Till frost shall ...
Where have you been, South Wind, this May-day morning,- With larks aloft, or skimming with the swallow, Or with blackbirds ...
Dark hills against a hollow crocus sky Scarfed with its crimson pennons, and below The dome of sunset long, hushed ...
Ho! is there any will ride with me, Sir Giles, le bon des barrières? The clink of arms is good ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale, On sunny days have ...
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