One blossoming rose-tree, like a beautiful thought Nursed in a broken mind, that waits and schemes, Survives, though shattered, and about it caught, The strangling dodder streams. ...
The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine, And filled it is with plenty and to spare, But we are lonely here in life's decline, Though fortune smiles around us everywhere: We look across the gold...
The old farm-home is Mother's yet and mine, And filled it is with plenty and to spare, - But we are lonely here in life's decline, Though fortune smiles around us everywhere: We look across the gold...
Out on the wastes of the Never Never That's where the dead men lie! There where the heat-waves dance forever That's where the dead men lie! That's where the Earth's loved sons are keeping...
The unexplored parts of Australia are sometimes spoken of by the bushmen of Western Queensland as the home of the pelican, a bird whose resting place, so far as the writer knows, is seldom, if ever, found. ...
Where we made the fire, In the summer time, Of branch and briar On the hill to the sea I slowly climb Through winter mire, And scan and trace The forsaken place Quite readily. ...
Spare us, Lord, that last, that dreariest ill! Thy wrath's grim thunder, and thy lightning-scorn For our iniquity, that we have worn Soft as a grace, these, if it be thy will,...
Dishevelled leaves creep down Upon that bank to-day, Some green, some yellow, and some pale brown; The wet bents bob and sway; The once warm slippery turf is sodden Where we laughingly sat or lay. ...
Where three roads joined it was green and fair, And over a gate was the sun-glazed sea, And life laughed sweet when I halted there; Yet there I never again would be. ...
Who then is rich, who poor? I'll tell you now Of one, a meagre life who had to live, Wear dingy garb, and scarcely could allow Himself what men call comfort; yet to give...
So, the three Court-ladies began Their trial of who judged best In esteeming the love of a man: Who preferred with most reason was thereby confessed Boy-Cupid's exemplary catcher and cager;...
The wind was on the forest, And silence on the wold; And darkness on the waters, And heaven was starry cold; When Sleep, with mystic magic, Bade me this thing behold: ...
"God bless the King! God bless the faith's defender! God bless, no harm in blessing, the Pretender. But who pretender is, and who is king, God bless us all, that's quite another thing."
While Anna's peers and early playmates tread, In freedom, mountain-turf and river's marge; Or float with music in the festal barge; Rein the proud steed, or through the dance are led;...
While beams of orient light shoot wide and high, Deep in the vale a little rural Town Breathes forth a cloud-like creature of its own, That mounts not toward the radiant morning sky,...
While gazing on the moon's light, A moment from her smile I turned, To look at orbs, that, more bright, In lone and distant glory burned. But too far Each proud star,...