When I am in the Orient once again, And turn into the gay and squalid street, One side in the shadow, one in vivid heat, The thought of England, fresh beneath the rain, Will rise unbidden as a gently pain....
Hold my hand, little Sister, and nurse my head, whilst I try to remember the word, What was it?--that the doctor says is now fairly established both in me and my bird....
We were a baker's dozen in the house - six women and six men Besides myself; and all of us had known Those benefits supposed to come from school and church and brush and pen, And opportunities of being thrown...
I have lived this life as the skeptic lives it; I have said the sweetness was less than the gall; Praising, nor cursing, the Hand that gives it, I have drifted aimlessly through it all....
The verdict was announced today: He Is sentenced to death. Only tears that were seething in his chest. Are all gone... and he is not crying. it is calm in the prison... from the nocturnal sky...
Sing the song of wave-worn Coogee, Coogee in the distance white, With its jags and points disrupted, gaps and fractures fringed with light; Haunt of gledes, and restless plovers of the melancholy wail...
Consider man in every sphere, Then answer, - Is your lot severe? Is God unjust? You would be fed: I grant you have to toil for bread. Your wants are plainly to you known,...
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night Although that western cloud is luminous, Great works constructed there in nature's spite...
I meditate upon a swallow's flight, Upon a aged woman and her house, A sycamore and lime-tree lost in night Although that western cloud is luminous, Great works constructed there in nature's spite...
Call the strange spirit that abides unseen In wilds, and wastes, and shaggy solitudes, And bid his dim hand lead thee through these scenes That burst immense around! By mountains, glens,...
There's a pretty little story with a touch of moonlit glory Comes from Beenleigh on the Logan, but we don't know if it's true; For we scarcely dare to credit ev'rything they say who edit...
I inherited forty acres from my Father And, by working my wife, my two sons and two daughters From dawn to dusk, I acquired A thousand acres. But not content, Wishing to own two thousand acres,...
Canadians oft by light of moon Love to go a hunting coon, But this our tale it is no yarn, While chopping down tree Henry Karn Found therein a hollow chamber Full of coons who there did clamber,...
Years fifty, and seven to boot, have smitten the children of men Since sound of a voice or a foot came out of the head of that glen. The brand of black devil is there an evil wind moaneth around...
Coortin days, - Coortin days, - loved one an lover! What wod aw give if those days could come ovver? Weddin is joyous, - its pleasur unstinted; But coortin is th' sweetest thing ivver invented....
Around its walls the forests of the west Gloom, as about some mystery's final pale Might lie its multifold exterior veil. Sculptured with signs and meanings unconfessed, Its lordly fanes and palaces attest...
The neighbours gossiped idly at the door. Copernicus lay dying overhead. His little throng of friends, with startled eyes, Whispered together, in that dark house of dreams,...