Who lights the fire--that forth so gracefully And freely frolicketh the fairy smoke? Some pretty one who never felt the yoke-- Glad girl, or maiden more sedate than she. ...
OF all the beauteous wares Exposed for sale at fairs, None will give more delight Than those that to your sight From distant lands we bring. Oh, hark to what we sing! These beauteous birds behold,...
Hymen, late, his love-knots selling, Called at many a maiden's dwelling: None could doubt, who saw or knew them, Hymen's call was welcome to them. "Who'll buy my love-knots? "Who'll buy my love-knots?"...
Who'll wear the beaten colours, and cheer the beaten men? Who'll wear the beaten colours, till our time comes again? Where sullen crowds are densest, and fickle as the sea,...
Why does she so long delay? Night is waning fast away; Thrice have I my lamp renewed, Watching here in solitude, Where can she so long delay? Where, so long delay? ...
"Why?" Because all I haply can and do, All that I am now, all I hope to be, Whence comes it save from fortune setting free Body and soul the purpose to pursue, God traced for both? If fetters, not a few,...
Some act of Love's bound to reherse, I thought to bind him, in my verse: Which when he felt, Away (quoth he) Can Poets hope to fetter me? It is enough, they once did get...
Why, my heart, do we love her so? (Geraldine, Geraldine!) Why does the great sea ebb and flow? - Why does the round world spin? Geraldine, Geraldine, Bid me my life renew:...
The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: "I've just been travelling far and wide, At the back of Bourke and the Queensland side; There isn't a bird in the bush can go...
Wide lies Australia! The seas that surround her Flow for her unity, all states in one. Never has Custom nor Tyranny bound her, Never was conquest so peacefully won....
Tell me, chaste spirit! in yon orb of light, Which seems to wearied souls an ark of rest, So calm, so peaceful, so divinely bright-- Solace of broken hearts, the mansion of the bless'd! ...
What will happen, Widow La Rue? For last night at three o'clock You woke and saw by your window again Amid the shadowy locust grove The phantom of the old soldier:...
The Text is from the lost Fraser-Tytler-Brown MS., this ballad luckily having been transcribed before the MS. disappeared. Mrs. Brown recited another and a fuller version to Jamieson.
O plump head-waiter at The Cock, To which I most resort, How goes the time? 'Tis five o'clock. Go fetch a pint of port: But let it not be such as that You set before chance-comers,...
Unless our Souls win back to Thee, We shall have lost this fight. Yes, though we win on field and sea, Though mightier still our might may be, We still shall lose if we win not Thee....
Awake--arise! all my stormy powers, The earth, the fair earth, again is ours! At my stern approach, pale Autumn flings down In the dust her broken and faded crown;...