Lo the lights in the "Teepee-W'kan!" 'tis the night of the W'kan Wac'pee. Round and round walks the chief of the clan, as he rattles the sacred Ta-sh'-kay; [81] Long and loud on the Ch'n-che-ga [81]...
Come, Anthea, let us two Go to feast, as others do: Tarts and custards, creams and cakes, Are the junkets still at wakes; Unto which the tribes resort, Where the business is the sport:...
When things are holding wonted pace In wonted paths, without a trace Or hint of neighbouring wonder, Sometimes, from other realms, a tone, A scent, a vision, swift, alone, Breaks common life asunder....
The joyous morning ran and kissed the grass And drew his fingers through her sleeping hair, And cried, "Before thy flowers are well awake Rise, and the lingering darkness from thee shake. ...
O bonnie bird, that in the brake, exultant, dost prepare thee - As poets do whose thoughts are true, for wings that will upbear thee - Oh! tell me, tell me, bonnie bird,...
You did not walk with me Of late to the hill-top tree By the gated ways, As in earlier days; You were weak and lame, So you never came, And I went alone, and I did not mind,...
A Queen rejoices in her peers, And wary Nature knows her own By court and city, dale and down, And like a lover volunteers, And to her son will treasures more And more to purpose freely pour...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! Thee, too, I hail, thou smiling plain, and ye murmuring lindens,...
Walking, walking, oh, the joy of walking! Swinging down the tawny lanes with head held high; Striding up the green hills, through the heather stalking,...
You often have been told of regiments brave and bold, But we are the bravest in the land; We're called the Tag-rag Band, and we rally in Queensland, We are members of the Wallaby Brigade.
From heaven, one day, did Jupiter proclaim, 'Let all that live before my throne appear, And there if any one hath aught to blame, In matter, form, or texture of his frame,...
The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright, And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. ...
To see the clouds his spirit yearned toward so Over new mountains piled and unploughed waves, Back of old-storied spires and architraves To watch Arcturus rise or Fomalhaut, ...