The Australiad (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
'Twas brave De Quiros bent the knee before the King of Spain,And "sire," he said, "I bring thy ships in ...
When this burning fleshBurns down in Time's slow fire to a glowing ash;When these lips have utteredThe last word, and ...
THIS POEM, DEDICATED TO HIS MOTHER.To twilight heads comes Death as comes a friend.As with the gentle fading of the ...
UNCONQUERABLY, men venture on the questAnd seek an ocean amplitude unsailed,Cold, virgin, awful. Scorning ease and rest,And heedless of the ...
IShe was spoken off Saint Vincent, outward bound . . .Some lumber-laden barque from Puget Sound,Heaving her sodden deck-load through ...
Dead priests that have sung when the world was young at Mercury's temple-place,Your myth, it was true. It is born ...
This is the ship the Man built . . .In time's grey dawn, by the unsailed sea,Hairy and lonely and ...
Gray-robed Wanderer in sleep . . . Wanderer . . . You also move among Those silent halls Dim on ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
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