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Achan Alkanna amongst Barcoo beat Beauty beneath blast blooms boomerangs breeze brother caverns cold cries dark dark-haired Maid darling dead dear dreams drouth echoes eyes face faded faint feet ferny Figtree fire flinty hill footfalls forest forest flowers Girl I left gleam glide glittering gloomy Urara glory glow golden harp we love hath hear heart hill Kooroora land lattices leaves light lonely look Maid of Gerringong mist moan Moon moonshine moony mountain mournful neath never night o'er OPOSSUM past pines rain comes sobbing Roses Roses of Sharon round the hearth shadows shine sigh silence sing Sitting sleep songs soul spirit stay streaming summers back sunset surges sweet TANNA tears tempest thee thirsty thou thoughts torrent trees Ulmarra underneath voice wailing wandering wasted watching waters waves weary weeping wept whispered white-cedar glen wild Curlew wild Kangaroo wind withered woodlands yearn yore
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Page 43 - ... chambers go, Like forms unseen whom we can hear on tip-toe stealing to and fro; But fill your glasses to the brim, and, through a mist of smiles and tears, Our eyes shall tell how much we love to toast the shades of other years ! And hither they will flock again, the ghosts of things tha.t are no more, While, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door : While, streaming down the lattices, The rain comes sobbing to the door.
Page 26 - ... gullies we go ! And the cattle we hunt, they are racing in front, With a roar like the thunder of waves, As the beat and the beat of our swift horses...
Page 110 - Though this fadeless glory cannot hide a grateful nation's grief, And their laurels have been blended with a gloomy cypress wreath. Let them rest where they have laboured ! but, my country, mourn and moan; We must build with human sorrow grander monuments than stone. Let them rest, for oh ! remember, that in long hereafter time Sons of Science oft shall wander o'er that solitary clime ! Cities bright shall rise about it, Age and Beauty there shall stray, And the fathers of the people, pointing to...
Page 21 - O ! the barren, barren place ! See, behind us gleams a green plot : shall we thither turn and rest Till a cool wind flutters over — till the Day is down the west ? I would follow, but I cannot ! Brother, let me here remain For the heart is dead within me, and I may not rise again...
Page 74 - Now call on the horses, and leave the blind courses And sources of rivers that all of us know ; For, crossing the ridges, and passing the ledges, And running up gorges, we'll come to the verges Of gullies where waters eternally flow.
Page 75 - And clay-crusted reaches where moisture hath been, While searching for waters, may vex us and thwart us, Yet who would be quailing, or fainting, or failing ? Not you, who are...
Page 108 - Bitterly they mourned to see him all uncovered to the blastAll uncovered to the tempest as it wailed and whistled past ; And they shrouded him with bushes, so in death that he might lie, Like a warrior of their nation, sheltered from the stormy sky. * * * * * Ye must rise and sing their praises, O ye bards with souls of fire, For the people's voice shall echo through the wailings of your lyre ; And we'll welcome back their comrade, though our eyes with tears be blind At the thoughts of promise perished,...
Page 108 - Where he took and hid the hero, in the rushes and the sands ; But he like a brother laid him out of reach of wind and rain, And for many days he sojourned near him on that wild-faced plain. Whilst he stayed beside the ruin — whilst he lingered with the Dead, Oh ! he must have sat in shadow, gloomy as the tears he shed. Where our noble Burke was lying — where his sad companion stood, Came the natives of the Forest — came the wild men of the Wood ; Down they looked and saw the stranger — he...
Page 9 - And rocks embraced by cold-lipped spray, Are moaning loud where billows crowd, In angry numbers, up the bay. The holy stars come looking down On windy heights and swarthy strand ; And Life and Love — The cliffs above — Are sitting fondly hand in hand.
Page 1 - By the chasms and moon-haunted verges. I know she is fair as the angels are fair, For have I not caught a faint glimpse of her there; A glimpse of her face, and her glittering hair, And a hand with the Harp of Australia?