The Future Of Australia (Mary Hannay Foott Poems)
Sing us the Land of the Southern Sea,- The land we have called our own;Tell us what harvest there shall be From ...
Sing us the Land of the Southern Sea,- The land we have called our own;Tell us what harvest there shall be From ...
O well is thee! King Numa,Within thy secret cave,Where thy bones are ever moistenedBy sad Egeria's wave;None now have power ...
I ain't superstitious,But dis I sho' do know,Dat ef a rooster walks his se'f upEn crows right in y'o do',Dar's ...
I do speak these words, thoughThey may profane what's holy;I speak themFilled with awe:At Asuka,On the field of Makami,Our eternal,Divine ...
I do speak these words, thoughThey may profane what's holy;I speak themFilled with awe:At Asuka,On the field of Makami,Our eternal,Divine ...
I was walking over a wide plain alone.And suddenly I fancied light, cautious footsteps behind my back…. Someone was walking ...
Who is the maid with silken hair By clear Maine Water roaming?For the fairy Queen is not so fair As she in ...
Path beside the silver waters, flashing in October's sun-Walk, by green and golden margins where the sister streamlets run-Twenty shining ...
I am writing this song at the close Of a beautiful day of the springIn a dell where the daffodil grows By ...
I am thinking of fern forests that once did towering stand,Crowning all the barren mountains, shading all the dreary land.Oh, ...
Lo! carpet-bag and bagger occupy the land, And prove the touring season actively begun; His personnel and purpose can none misunderstand, For each ...
Now comes the fierce north-easter, bound About with clouds and racks of rain,And dry, dead leaves go whirling round In rings of ...
A woodman whose rough heart was out of tune(I think such hearts yet never came to good)Hated to hear, under ...
'Tis past: the iron North has spent his rage;Stern Winter now resigns the length'ning day;The stormy howlings of the winds ...
Come into the garden, Maud,For the black bat, Night, has flown,Come into the garden, Maud,I am here at the gate ...
I tore this weed from the rank, dark soilWhere it grew in the monkish time,I trimmed it close and set ...
We must get home! How could we stray like this?--So far from home, we know not where it is,--Only in ...
Found Solitary Among the Hills. I. O pansy-violet, With early April wet, How frail and pure you look Lost in this glow-worm nook Of heaven-holding hills: Down ...
Dear little Alice lay dying;-- I see her as if 'twas to-day,And we stood round her snowy bed, crying, And watching her ...
Go forth and breathe the purer air with me, And leave the city's sounding streets;There is another city, sweet to see, Whose ...
I Eve goes slowly Dancing lightlyClad with shadow up the hills; Birds their singing Cease at last, and silenceFalling like fine rain the valley ...
I Clad on with glowing beauty and the peace, Benign, of calm maturity, she stands Among her meadows and her orchard-lands, And on her ...
The crocus rose from her snowy bedAs she felt the spring's caresses,And the willow from her graceful headShook out her ...
ROLY POLY'S just awakened,Wakened in his cosy bed,All his dainty ringlets tumbledO'er his shoulders, and his head:Roly Poly's cheeks are ...
Ariel to Miranda:-- TakeThis slave of music, for the sakeOf him who is the slave of thee;And teach it all ...
I.Oh this earth is a mineful of treasure, A goblet, that's full to the brim,And each man may take for his ...
Spring!And her hidden bugles up the street.Spring -- and the sweetLaughter of winds at the crossing;Laughter of birds and a ...
"Let not your hearts be troubled, but confide"In me as ye confide in God; I go"A mansion for my followers ...
Hours, days, weeks,—so our life-time flows—Gently, as melt the vernal snowsBeneath the sun; they pass away,Like dew-drops in the eye ...
"Man goeth forth" with reckless trust Upon his wealth of mind,As if in self a thing of dust Creative skill might find;He ...
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