From a rude isle, his ruder lineage came. The spark, that, from a suburb hovel's hearth Ascending, wraps some capital in flame, Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth....
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about, Wall within wall to shut fear out. But Though has need of no such things, For Thought has a pair of dauntless wings. ...
I wonder 'oo and wot 'e was, That 'Un I got so slick. I couldn't see 'is face because The night was 'ideous thick. I just made out among the black A blinkin' wedge o' white;...
It surely cannot be too soon, and never is too late, It tones with all Australia's tune to praise one's native State, And so I bring an old refrain from days of posts and rails,...
The Texts are taken respectively from Alexander Fraser Tytler's Brown MS., and from Herd's MSS., vol. i. fol. 49, where it is stated that a verse is wanting.
To the Lords of Convention 'twas Clavers who spoke. 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be broke; So let each Cavalier who loves honour and me, Come follow the bonnet of Bonny Dundee. ...
When but a little toddlin thing, I'th' heather sweet shoo'd play, An like a fay on truant wing, Shoo'd rammel far away; An even butterflees wod come Her lovely face to scan,...
The morning opens fine, bonny Mary O! The robin sings his song by the dairy O! Where the little Jenny wrens cock their tails among the hens, Singing morning's happy songs with Mary O! ...
Bonny Yorksher! how aw love thi! Hard an rugged tho' thi face is; Ther's an honest air abaat thi, Aw ne'er find i' other places. Ther's a music i' thi lingo, Spreeads a charm o'er hill an valley,...
On afternoons, when baby boy has had a splendid nap, And sits, like any monarch on his throne, in nurse's lap, In some such wise my handkerchief I hold before my face,...
The word is writ that he who runs may read. What is the passing breath of earthly fame? But to snatch glory from the hands of blame-- That is to be, to live, to strive indeed....