Sonnets Of Old Egypt (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
I The Sphinx The spires of sand spring up at every gust That bids them dance and scatter and lays them low: He sits ...
John Le Gay Brereton Poems on Love (19 Poems)
The Faun (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
When I was but a little boy Who hunted in the wood To scare or mangle or destroy A freakish elemental joy That tasted ...
Middle Harbour (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Lonely wonder, delight past hoping! Sky-line broken by stirring trees, Grey rocks hither and shoreward sloping, Silent bracken about my knees. Dusky scrub where ...
The Explorer (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Dearest, when I left your side, I stood a moment, hesitating, And plunged. The boiling tide Of darkness took me, and down I ...
Wilfred (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
What of these tender feet That have never toddled yet? What dances shall they beat, With what red vintage wet?In what wild way ...
The Dirge (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Out of the pregnant darkness, where from fire To glimmering fire the watchword leaps, The dirge floats up from those who build ...
The Wounded (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Stupidity and Selfishness and Fear, Who hold enslaved the intellect of Man, Have found their victims here. We saw them go, alert to ...
The War After The War (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
I. Yonder, with eyes that tears, not distance, dim, With ears the wide world's thickness cannot daunt, We see tumultuous miseries that haunt The ...
The Patriot (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
The patriot from his walls of brass Is singing loudly as I pass; With fearless heart and open eyes, He shouts the ancient ...
Incarnation (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
OUR little queen of dreams, Our image of delight, Which whitens east and gleams And beckons from the height, Takes ...
Erskine (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
A singing voice is in my dream The voice of Erskine, on his boulders, Babbling and shouting till he shoulders Stoutly against the ...
Kretschmann (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Love may trace his echoing footsteps, yet we never more shall meetRugged Kretschmann, the musician, plodding down a Sydney street,Never ...
The Liner (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
The foamy waves are swishing As patiently we thud, But O the wave of wishing That surges in my blood! Along the ocean's rim, ...
When my time is come (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
When my time is come to die, I would shun the decent gloom, Whispered word and weeping eye, Fitful hum of knowing fly Questing ...
Microcosmography (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
He looks beyond the veils of night and day; He hearkens in the silence, and has heard The ancient woods by dryad ...
The Touch of Time (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Time, who with soft pale ashes veils the brand Of many a hope that flared against the sky To plant its heaven-storming ...
What of the Night (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
The doom is imminent of unholy hate. Hail to the light that glimmers where the leaves Are shaken by winds of dawning, ...
Spring (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Spring, and the wispy clouds that fade away And draw the ecstatic soul in pain to aspire In maddening flight through heaven's ...
To My Mother (John Le Gay Brereton Poems)
Once more the Christian festival is near, And I, for whom each day repeats all days Continuously in ecstasy of praise, Love's birthday ...