Rifted mountains, clad with forests, girded round by gleaming pines, Where the morning, like an angel, robed in golden splendour shines; Shimmering mountains, throwing downward on the slopes a mazy glare...
A mighty theatre of snow and fire, Girt with perpetual Winter, and sublime By reason of that lordly solitude Which dwells for ever at the world's white ends; And in that weird-faced wilderness of ice,...
Oh, tell me, ye breezes that spring from the west, Oh, tell me, ere passing away, If Leichhardt's bold spirit has fled to its rest? Where moulders the traveller's clay? ...
I see, as one in dreaming, A broad, bright, quiet sea; Beyond it lies a haven The only home for me. Some men grow strong with trouble, But all my strength is past, And tired and full of sorrow,...
The first fair month! In singing Summer's sphere She glows, the eldest daughter of the year. All light, all warmth, all passion, breaths of myrrh, And subtle hints of rose-lands, come with her....
Wizened the wood is, and wan is the way through it; White as a corpse is the face of the fen; Only blue adders abide in and stray through it Adders and venom and horrors to men....
With sweet Regret'(the dearest thing that Yesterday has left us)' We often turn our homeless eyes to scenes whence Fate has reft us. Here sitting by a fading flame, wild waifs of song remind me...
Rolling through the gloomy gorges, comes the roaring southern blast, With a sound of torrents flying, like a routed army, past, And, beneath the shaggy forelands, strange fantastic forms of surf...
Brothers from far-away lands, Sons of the fathers of fame, Here are our hearts and our hands This is our song of acclaim. Lords from magnificent zones, Shores of superlative sway,...
The sun o'er the waters was throwing In the freshness of morning its beams; And the breast of the ocean seemed glowing With glittering silvery streams: A bark in the distance was bounding...
Where the pines with the eagles are nestled in rifts, And the torrent leaps down to the surges, I have followed her, clambering over the clifts, By the chasms and moon-haunted verges....
To thee, O father of the stately peaks, Above me in the loftier light to thee, Imperial brother of those awful hills Whose feet are set in splendid spheres of flame,...
Beneath the shelter of the bush, In undisturbed repose Unruffled by the kiss of breeze There lurks a smiling rose; Beneath thine outer beauty, gleams, In holy light enshrined,...
To-night the sea sends up a gulf-like sound, And ancient rhymes are ringing in my head, The many lilts of song we sang and said, My friend and brother, when we journeyed round...
The cool grass blowing in a breeze Of April valleys sooms and sways; On slopes that dip to quiet seas Through far, faint drifts of yellowing haze. I lie like one who, in a dream...