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214 | -- 1889] The Cambaroora Star So you''re writing for a paper? |
214 | -- of the days of Whate''er Betide? |
214 | -- the bourne of the Outward Bound? |
214 | Ah, why? |
214 | And I wonder does he ponder on the distant years and dim, Or his chances over yonder, when the Army prays for him? |
214 | And answer this:''Are these times better than those?'' |
214 | And if my son''s a felon How can I show my face? |
214 | And is it for this damned life we praise the god- like spirit that died At Eureka Stockade in the Roaring Days with the days when the world was wide? |
214 | And who shall whistle round the place When Fortune frowns her blackest? |
214 | But why be bitter? |
214 | Could Mary or her sisters Hold up their heads again, And face a woman''s malice Or claim the love of men? |
214 | Did you catch a ring of sorrow in the city urchin''s voice When he yelled for Billy Elton, when he thumped the floor for Royce? |
214 | Did you hear the gods in chorus when''Ri- tooral''held the stage? |
214 | Do n''t you fancy that the poets ought to give the bush a rest Ere they raise a just rebellion in the over- written West? |
214 | Do the bushmen, down on pleasure, miss the everlasting stars When they drink and flirt and so on in the glow of private bars? |
214 | Do you think we''re never jolly where the trams and buses rage? |
214 | Do you think, my old mate( if it''s thinking you be), Of the days when you tramped to the goldfields with me? |
214 | Has he not a fear connected with the warm place down below, Where, according to good Christians, all the publicans should go? |
214 | He looked at the horses, and counted but three:''You were always together-- where''s Harry?'' |
214 | I wonder did Alister think of the scenes in the distance so dim, When Death at the windlass that morning took cruel advantage of him? |
214 | I wonder would the apathy of wealthy men endure Were all their windows level with the faces of the Poor? |
214 | Oh, who shall cheek the squatter now When he comes round us snarling? |
214 | Once the beggar roused my slumbers in a shanty, it is true, But I only heard him asking,''Who the blanky blank are you?'' |
214 | Pants? |
214 | Phwat''s this? |
214 | Shall it dash''neath cliffs untrodden, Rocks where nought but sea- drift strays? |
214 | The Cambaroora Star So you''re writing for a paper? |
214 | Then one by one in silence The levelled rifles fell, For who''d shoot Trooper Campbell Of those who knew him well? |
214 | What''s the blessed use of frettin''like a child that wants the moon? |
214 | What''s the good of holding meetings where you only talk and swear? |
214 | What''s the use of bein''bitter? |
214 | What''s the use of bein''narrer just because yer luck is bad? |
214 | What''s the use of gettin''mad? |
214 | Who are ye? |
214 | Who now shall wear the cheerful face In times when things are slackest? |
214 | Why have we no faith in each other? |
214 | With its dull, brown days of a- shilling- an- hour the dreary year drags round: Is this the result of Old England''s power? |
214 | Would you like to change with Clancy-- go a- droving? |
214 | You know old Trooper Campbell, And have you ever heard That bluff or lead could turn him, That e''er he broke his word? |
214 | and do n''t you know the name of Dunn of Nevertire? |
214 | and''What ship''s that?'' |
214 | in advance of Thought Those brave men rose to a height sublime-- and is it for this they fought? |
214 | on the freshening breeze,''Where bound?'' |
214 | shall HIS ghastly, sodden Corpse float round for days and days? |
214 | wherever have you been? |
214 | why did you come? |
304 | ''Fights best without?'' |
304 | ''Over the sea you brought us, Over the leagues of foam: Now we have served you fairly Will you not take us home? |
304 | ''Steel spurs, of course?'' |
304 | ''What''s that? |
304 | ''What, us? |
304 | ''Why, what''s the game?'' |
304 | Ai n''t we just where we''ve always been? |
304 | And the last of the old campaigners, Sinewy, lean, and spare-- He spoke for his hungry comrades:''Have we not done our share? |
304 | Are these the beasts we brought away That move so lively now? |
304 | As they walk through a dense human lane, That sways to and fro, And cheers them again and again, Do you think THEY do n''t know? |
304 | Boers outranged''em, but what cared they? |
304 | But after all-- What''s Mounted Fut? |
304 | Do They Know Do they know? |
304 | Do they know? |
304 | Fenced with barbed wire was the paddock-- barbed wire that would cut like a knife-- How was a youngster to clear it that never had jumped in his life? |
304 | Right in the Front of the Army''Where''ave you been this week or more,''Aven''t seen you about the war? |
304 | Shall we hear the parrots calling on the bough? |
304 | Shall we see the flats grow golden with the ripening of the grain? |
304 | So the Dutch let him go, and they watched him, as off from the Islands he ran, Doubting him much, but what would you? |
304 | The Road to Old Man''s Town The fields of youth are filled with flowers, The wine of youth is strong: What need have we to count the hours? |
304 | Was there any path too far for us to tread? |
304 | Was there any road too rough for us to travel? |
304 | Well, no: he''s a thoroughbred horse; Sired by a son of old Panic-- look at his ears and his head-- Lop- eared and Roman- nosed, ai n''t he? |
304 | What Have the Cavalry Done What have the cavalry done? |
304 | What will it profit that with tears or laughter Our watch we keep? |
304 | Where have we been? |
304 | Who goes there? |
304 | Who goes there? |
304 | Who goes there? |
304 | Why, bless my heart, Where have we been since the bloomin''start? |
304 | Why, what d''yer mean? |
304 | Will not you give command That the last of the old campaigners Go back to their native land?'' |
304 | You do n''t believe in the yarn you say? |
304 | You do n''t like him; well, maybe-- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at you reckon? |
304 | what cheer? |
304 | where was he? |
4730 | ''Ow are yeh on a little gamble, Kid? |
4730 | Ai n''t''e a size? |
4730 | Kin yeh keep one down? |
4730 | Lad, will yeh take it on? |
4730 | Wot odds? |
4730 | Wot''s in a name? |
4730 | You reckernize this step you contemplate Is grave? 4730 ''Oo is''er gardjin? |
4730 | ''Ow is a man to guard agen that look? |
4730 | ''Ow is it fer a walk? |
4730 | A sweeter, dearer sound I never''eard; Ther''s music''angs around that little word, Doreen!... But wot was this I starts to say About the play? |
4730 | Ai n''t I glad I''m free? |
4730 | Ai n''t a man the boss in''is own''ouse? |
4730 | An wot''s the good Of yearnin''after any ideel tart?... |
4730 | An''buy''er presents if I wins a pot? |
4730 | An''do n''t I raise me lid an''act perlite? |
4730 | An''so I ort; fer ai n''t I known a few? |
4730 | An''when she''eld''er lips fer me to kiss... Ar, wot''s the use? |
4730 | And did I, fair? |
4730 | But do n''t I keep me temper when we met? |
4730 | But wot''s the use, when''Eaven''s crool''d''is pitch? |
4730 | But, wot''s it matter? |
4730 | Clobber? |
4730 | Cunnin''? |
4730 | Doreen? |
4730 | Fer do n''t I know I''ve copped a bonzer prize?" |
4730 | I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck? |
4730 | I''d be as true to''er, I would As straight an''stiddy as... Ar, wot''s the good? |
4730 | Indeed?" |
4730 | Jist take a squiz at this, an''tell me can Some square an''honist tom take this to be''Er own true man? |
4730 | Me jealous? |
4730 | Me? |
4730 | Oh, w''erefore art you Romeo, young sir? |
4730 | Oh,''ow me''eart... V. THE PLAY"Wot''s in a name?" |
4730 | Some more tea, Willy? |
4730 | TAKE''er? |
4730 | TAKE''er? |
4730 | The knock- kneed, swivel- eyed misfit?... |
4730 | Then I thinks,"Why not? |
4730 | V. The Play"Wots in a name?" |
4730 | Will I wot? |
4730 | Wot in the''ell''s''e think I come there for? |
4730 | Wot is the use o''me, I arst? |
4730 | Wot made me go an''do this thing? |
4730 | Wot wus I slung''ere for? |
4730 | Wot wus I thinkin''uv? |
4730 | Wot''s in a name? |
4730 | Wot''s in a string o''words? |
4730 | X. Hitched"An''--wilt-- yeh-- take-- this-- woman-- fer-- to-- be-- Yer-- weddid-- wife? |
4730 | yeh should''a''seen''er stare;"The registry?" |
16362 | And ai n''t he a poet? |
16362 | How now? |
16362 | Now ai n''t he a marvel? |
16362 | Oh, who is this tinker that rhymes at my door? 16362 Shall this man filch our wits from us With his furor poeticus? |
16362 | This blame? |
16362 | Why climb? |
16362 | Yet,said Sym, as he tinkered his can,"What should you know of her, Emily Ann? |
16362 | ''Tis thus you are styled?" |
16362 | ( Yet how could you hear him singing a song if there was n''t a song to sing?) |
16362 | A low- lived, pilfering, idle scamp, Who steals people''s washing, and sleeps in the damp?" |
16362 | Am I set at naught by a crazed buffoon?" |
16362 | And for what me we hope from his Worship of Quog?" |
16362 | And is she a wife or a maiden rare? |
16362 | And lo, with sorrowful wails and moans, The Glugs cried,"Where, Oh, where are the stones?" |
16362 | And she said,"If the metal is all used up, Pray what of the costume I want for the Cup? |
16362 | And smear all his fingers, and take to drink? |
16362 | And the Glugs cried,"What would our grandfathers do If they had n''t the stones that they one time threw?" |
16362 | And the King said,"What?" |
16362 | And what shall we answer our Lord the King If never a tinker hence we bring, To tinker a kingdom so sore amiss?" |
16362 | And,"Father,"he said,"in the mart''s loud din Is there aught of pleasure? |
16362 | Are you calling to mind some lady fair? |
16362 | But how is he named? |
16362 | But the father said,"Do we blame the night When darkness gathers and none can see?" |
16362 | But what am I''mid such great men?" |
16362 | But whom does it profit-- my people, or Podge?" |
16362 | But, Oh, where in all Gosh is a Glug such as this?" |
16362 | Did you notice the scheme? |
16362 | Do some find joy?" |
16362 | Do you cast aside Promise of honour, and place, and pride, Gold for the asking, and power o''er men- Working your will with the stroke of a pen? |
16362 | Do you notice the dodge? |
16362 | Go messing with ink? |
16362 | How did our grandpas fashion the law?" |
16362 | How did our grandpas look at a tax?" |
16362 | How hope you to profit by such as I? |
16362 | I ask again, quo warranto? |
16362 | I ask him, where''s his quid pro quo? |
16362 | In the whole wide land is there not one sage With a cool, clear brain, who''ll straight engage To sweep the Swanks from Gosh?" |
16362 | Is it meet,"he asked,"that a soul should crawl To a purple robe or a gilded chair?" |
16362 | Oh, who can show tresses like Emily Ann''s? |
16362 | Or the great shout of laughter that swept down the sky? |
16362 | Paint hussies and cows, and end in the clink?" |
16362 | Saw you no sign on the wide Milky Way? |
16362 | The stones? |
16362 | Then roared the King with a rage intense,"Oh, who can cope with their magic tricks?" |
16362 | Then the Glugs all cried, in a terrible fright,"How did our grandfathers manage a fight?" |
16362 | Was he mocking you? |
16362 | What did our grandpas lay down in their rules?" |
16362 | What shall I do?" |
16362 | What''s wrong with the lad? |
16362 | When the aunt recovered she screamed,"A tramp? |
16362 | Which of them all has the greatest worth?" |
16362 | Who knows but it may be in letters or art? |
16362 | With a King forsaken, and Swanks in dread, To whom may we turn for the salving of man?" |
16362 | said Sym,"Is it mortal''s right To blame his fellow for aught he be?" |
15524 | ''Oo''s that? |
15524 | ''Ow could yeh? |
15524 | ''Ow goes it now? |
15524 | ''Ow''could yeh, when I''ad me Queen be''ind? |
15524 | Ai n''t I farmed long enough to know the game? |
15524 | Ca n''t I? |
15524 | Did you see Flo? |
15524 | Digger? |
15524 | Do n''t she look grand? 15524 Do you think us blokes Over There, When things was goin''strong, Was keepin''ledgers day be day An''reck''nin''wot the crowd would pay? |
15524 | Finished? |
15524 | Got no work uv yer own? |
15524 | I''ll do me work meself, yeh''ear? |
15524 | Jist tell me this: wot is a partisan? |
15524 | Loot? |
15524 | Match- makin'', Bill? |
15524 | Money? |
15524 | Oh,''er? |
15524 | Suppose we toss it in? |
15524 | Well, are yeh sorry now for wot yeh done? |
15524 | Why did yeh nurse yer Ace?. |
15524 | Why not? 15524 Why not? |
15524 | Winnin''the war? |
15524 | Wot tart? |
15524 | Wot''s up? |
15524 | Yeh mean this Flo? |
15524 | Yeh mind our Syd? 15524 You ai n''t includin''me?" |
15524 | ''E looks reel fierce, an''answers, with a frown,"Do you think I am goin''to be rooked For''arf me tucker, jist to get it cooked?" |
15524 | ''E stands an''looks at me"Now, wot the''Ell''s got into you?" |
15524 | ''E stares at me, an''then sez, slow,"Wot is yer game? |
15524 | ''Ome- comfort, peace, the picter uv me wife''Appy at work, me neighbours gathered round All friendly- like-- wot more is there in life? |
15524 | ''Ow is the children?" |
15524 | ''Them things in Zoos That''ops about? |
15524 | ''Wot?'' |
15524 | A SQUARE DEAL A Square Deal"DREAMIN''?" |
15524 | A SQUARE DEAL"Dreamin''?" |
15524 | A sport? |
15524 | Ai n''t it grand?" |
15524 | Ai n''t that a fact? |
15524 | Ai n''t there enough uv joy to- day To drive the bogey man away An''make reel things worth while? |
15524 | An you?" |
15524 | An''wo n''t yeh''ave a second cup uv tea? |
15524 | Better? |
15524 | But all this game uv grab an''greed An''silly''ate-- Why, where''s the need?" |
15524 | But this believin''? |
15524 | But''er? |
15524 | Ca n''t I see''i m now?" |
15524 | Do you think all the boys gone West Wants great swank''ead- stones on their chest? |
15524 | Got a match?" |
15524 | I might be groggy in me walk; But if yeh say them things to me I''m man enough to crack yeh; see?" |
15524 | I parts; an''''e stands grinnin''at me still; An''then''e sez,"''Ave yeh fergot me, Bill?" |
15524 | I points''i m out to Smith an''sez;"''Oo''s that? |
15524 | It''s jist a silly game uv theirs, an''so, I gives the countersign:"Wot? |
15524 | JIM''S GIRL Jim''s Girl"''Oo is that girl,"sez Digger Smith,"That never seems to bother with No blokes: the bint with curly''air? |
15524 | Jist''ere, Doreen she sez to me,"Good Lor, Wot do yeh want_ two_ plugs uv''baccer for?" |
15524 | Looks like a soldier, do n''t''e, be''is''at?" |
15524 | No trumps? |
15524 | Now wot about this''arf a man?" |
15524 | Now, ai n''t that like a woman? |
15524 | Said I,"Now, tell me, tell me straight; Own up; ai n''t there a girl?" |
15524 | Said''e,"Now, dinkum, talkin''square, When you git gazin''over there Do n''t you''arf want to cry? |
15524 | Said''e,"Why, lad, I tell yeh straight, I feel like startin''now, An''walkin''on, an''on, an''thro'', Dead game an''--Ain''t it so to you? |
15524 | Say, ai n''t yer''ead a trifle thick? |
15524 | Say, wot''s the lurk?" |
15524 | Sez she,"''Ow can''e, by''imself?" |
15524 | She sez,''Can it be true?'' |
15524 | Suppose''e is n''t fit to darnce at all, Then, ai n''t we''asty fixin''up this ball? |
15524 | Sure there was nothin''else yeh wanted''ere?" |
15524 | THE BOYS OUT THERE The Boys Out There"WHY do they do it? |
15524 | THE BOYS OUT THERE"Why do they do it? |
15524 | Then Digger Smith''e grins at Poole, an''then''e looks at me, An''sez, quite soft an''friendly- like,"Winnin''the war?" |
15524 | When I seen''er state I thinks I''d best see Digger straight away;''Cos, if I do n''t,''e''s bound to''ear the row, With''er:"Where is''e? |
15524 | Why do n''t yeh get a wife, an''settle down?" |
15524 | Wot am I sayin''now? |
15524 | Wot did I know When I was tossed out on me neck As if I was a shattered wreck The time I tried to go? |
15524 | Wot did they know uv war first off, When they joined up? |
15524 | Wot do yeh know?" |
15524 | Wot does she want with''arf a man?" |
15524 | Wot''s stoppin''yeh?" |
15524 | Yeh do n''t ixpec''No tart to tie up to a wreck? |
15524 | Yeh do n''t mean kangaroos? |
15524 | Yeh gone to sleep?" |
962 | Did the strangers come around you, in the far- off foreign land? 962 Ere you quit this ancient casement, tell me, is it well to yearn For the evanescent visions, vanished never to return? |
962 | In the sound of many footfalls, did you falter with regret For a step which used to gladden in the time so vivid yet? 962 Is there a ravelled riddle left That you would have undone? |
962 | Is there never a peace for the sinner Whose sin is in this, that he mars The light of his worship of Beauty, Forgetting the flower for the stars? |
962 | Lovely Being, can a mortal, weary of this changeless scene, Cross these cloudy summits to the land where man hath never been? 962 Or who knows but that some secret lies beneath yon dismal mound? |
962 | Past sight, out of mind, alienated,Said the Dream to me, wearily sighing,"Ah, where is the Winter you mated To Love, its decline and its dying? |
962 | Wahina, why linger,Annatanam said,"When the tent of a chieftain is lonely? |
962 | Wahina, why weep o''er a handful of dust, When the souls of the brave are approaching? 962 Was it well, O you wandering wailer, Abandoned in terrible space, To halt on the highway to Heaven Because of a glittering face?" |
962 | Where are all the springs you talked of? 962 Will it end all this watching, and doubting, and dread? |
962 | Will you reside with me, my dear? |
962 | You ebber see dat fellow go? |
962 | A Birthday Trifle Here in this gold- green evening end, While air is soft and sky is clear, What tender message shall I send To her I hold so dear? |
962 | A dull cloud creepeth close to the moon, And the winter winds pass with a shuddering croon-- Oh, why was he snatched from his brothers so soon? |
962 | Alcyone''s tears, or the sight to discover Of Sisyphus pallid for thee by the blue, bitter lights of the deep-- Pallid, but patient for sorrow? |
962 | And across a burnt body, as black as an adder, Sits the sprite of a sheep- dog( was ever sight sadder?) |
962 | And are you so near me at last? |
962 | And does the gleam on Ocean''s wave Tide gladness now to me and you? |
962 | And is it not His will That deeply injured Right Should overthrow the iron rule And reign instead of Might? |
962 | And shall Australia, framed and set in sea, August with glory, wait in vain for thee? |
962 | And, lying alone, do you look from the drouth Of a thirsty Life with a pleading mouth? |
962 | Are not the grasses round your grave Yet springing green and fresh to view? |
962 | Are ye not the sad memorials, telling of a mighty grief-- Dark with records ground and lettered into caverned rock and reef? |
962 | As she lay, the helpless maiden, caught and bound in fast eclipse, Did the lips of god drain pleasure from her sweet and swooning lips? |
962 | As they looked on the haven before them, Already high looming and near, What else but a joy could invade them, Or what could they feel but a cheer? |
962 | As those long hours glided past him, till the east with light was fraught, Who may know the mournful secret-- who can tell us what he thought? |
962 | Back again? |
962 | Because of this, how fares the Leader dead? |
962 | Before he was caught in the breach-- in the pits of iniquity grim, Did ever the Deity reach the hand of a Father to him? |
962 | Bells, beyond the forest chiming, where is all the inspiration now That was wo nt to flush my forehead, and to chase the pallor from my brow? |
962 | But I have not leapt to the level Where light and the shadows dissever? |
962 | But Zeus is immutable Master, and these are the walls the immortals Build for our sighing, and who may set lips at the lords and repine? |
962 | But shall we never see Your happy face, my brave lad, any more? |
962 | But the lips of the flower of the rose Said,"where is the ending hereof? |
962 | But when I bless your world with light, Who makes it dark? |
962 | But, folded in sunset, how long have you slept By the Roses all reeling with colours? |
962 | Can he live for that horrible chaos Of flame and perpetual rain?" |
962 | Can the fond delusion linger still, When the Evening withers o''er me, and the night is creeping up the hill? |
962 | Can you bear the faint day as it closes And dies into twilighted hours? |
962 | Can you look at the red of the roses; Are you friend of the fields and the flowers? |
962 | Can you think of all the dangers you and I are living through With a soul so weak and fearful, with the doubts_ I_ never knew? |
962 | Comrade, wherefore tarry here? |
962 | Cui Bono? |
962 | Dark thoughts live when tears wo n''t gather; Who can tell us what she felt? |
962 | Dear old place, are we so near you? |
962 | Did I hear a low echo of footfalls about, Whilst watching those forest trees stark? |
962 | Did a lonely phantom wail, Pent amongst those tangled branches barring out the moonlight pale? |
962 | Did beauty wax dim while watching for him Who passed through the threshold no more? |
962 | Did ever a moment supreme Illumine his face with a strange ineffably beautiful dream? |
962 | Did ever his countenance change? |
962 | Did my Spirit yearn in vain; And amidst this holy splendour can a moody heart remain? |
962 | Did the sweet winds come and lull him with the music of the sea? |
962 | Did they lead you out of sorrow, with kind face and loving hand? |
962 | Do these sorrows die out with our breath? |
962 | Do you hear her, Ulmarra? |
962 | Do you hear her, Ulmarra? |
962 | Do you hear her, Ulmarra? |
962 | Do you know that she watches the rain, and the main, And the waves which are moaning there? |
962 | Do you love the low notes of the ballad She sang in her darling old fashion?" |
962 | Dost thou know of the cunning of Beauty? |
962 | Dost thou not remember that the thorns are clustered with the rose, And that every Zin- like border may a pleasant land enclose? |
962 | Doth a devil deceive them? |
962 | Doth it trouble his head? |
962 | Down amongst the hills of tempest, where the elves of tumult roam-- Blown wet shadows of the summits, dim sonorous sprites of foam? |
962 | Drowned at Sea Gloomy cliffs, so worn and wasted with the washing of the waves, Are ye not like giant tombstones round those lonely ocean graves? |
962 | Far in the falls of the day, Down in the meadows of myrrh, What has she left you to say Filled with the beauty of her? |
962 | Flying splendours, singing streams, Lutes and lights, May they be as happy dreams: Sounds and sights; So that Time to Love may say,"Wherefore weep? |
962 | For Ever Out of the body for ever, Wearily sobbing,"Oh, whither?" |
962 | For are they not between us saved, The words my darling used to say, What time the western waters laved The forehead of the fainting day? |
962 | For how can you find a repose in the toss of the tangle and weed? |
962 | For this heroic Irish heart We miss so much to- day, Whose life was of our lives a part, What words have I to say? |
962 | For who may brave the gods? |
962 | For who may brave the gods? |
962 | For who that has masculine flame, Or who that is thorough at all, Can help feeling joy in the fame Of this king of the kings of the stall? |
962 | Gleesome children were we not? |
962 | Had they pleasant ways to court you-- had they silver words to bind? |
962 | Had they souls more fond and loyal than the soul you left behind? |
962 | Has Richmond more wonderful eyes, Or Melbourne that spring in his tread? |
962 | Hath he not followed a star through the darkness, Ye people who sit at the table of Jephthah? |
962 | Hath he not seen the fierce ghost of a hag in it? |
962 | Have I no word at all for him Who used down fetid lanes to slink, And squat in tap- room corners grim, And drown his thoughts in dregs of drink? |
962 | Have I not an ample reason So to long for-- sick of treason-- Something of the grand old season, Just to be where Mooni is? |
962 | Have I not with pleading mouth Looked to Heaven through a silence stifled in the crimson drouth? |
962 | Have I not, with lips unsated, watched to see the fountains burst, Where I searched the rocks for cisterns? |
962 | Have not our hours of meeting gone, Like fading dreams on phantom wings? |
962 | Have the blights Of many winters left it on a faded tomb? |
962 | Have you faith at all in omens? |
962 | Have you hidden the ways of this Woman, Her whispers, her glances, her power To hold you, as demon holds human, Chained back to the day and the hour? |
962 | He that went happy and healthy and human there-- Where shall the white leper fly to be cleaned? |
962 | He, catching there at some phantasmic help, Sat upright on the bolster with a cry Of"Where is Jesus? |
962 | Head whereon the white is stealing, Heart whose hurts are past all healing, Where is now the first pure feeling? |
962 | Hear I not a dreamy echo, soughing through the rafters of the tree; Like a sound of stormy rivers, or the ravings of a restless sea? |
962 | Hear ye not, across the ocean, Echoes of the distant fray, Sounds of loud and fierce commotion, Swiftly sweeping on the way? |
962 | Heard maledictions that startle the stars? |
962 | Hold you not some strange tradition coupled with this strange lament? |
962 | I pluck at a rose and I stir To think of this sweet- hearted maiden-- what name is too tender for her? |
962 | I tell ye that I_ love_ the storm, for think we not of_ thoughts_ of yore, When, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door? |
962 | If the days were days of toil Wherefore should we mourn; There were shadows near the shine, Flowers with the thorn? |
962 | If the men of other nations Dash their fetters to the ground; When the foeman seeks your stations, Will you willing slaves be found? |
962 | In my vision, once so glorious, did we find that aught was changed; Or that ONE whom WE remembered was forgotten or estranged? |
962 | In your life of light and music, tell me did you ever see, Shining in a holy silence, what was as a flame in me? |
962 | Is it sad to be emptied of love?" |
962 | Is it sweet with you, life, at the close? |
962 | Is it well that I should with to leave this dreary world behind, Seeking for your fair Utopia, which perchance I may not find? |
962 | Is it well to hold a reed Out for drowning men to clutch at in the moments of their need? |
962 | Is it well, thou friendly Being, well to wish for such a change?" |
962 | Is not the kindness of our Lord too great to think upon? |
962 | Is she maiden or marvel of marble? |
962 | Is the sleep of your Sorrow a witness She is passed all the roads of returning? |
962 | Is there no absent face to love That you must live alone? |
962 | Is there no deed of yours at all With beauty shining through it? |
962 | Is this the old, old tale? |
962 | Is this worn cap I hold The only thing you''ve left us of yourself? |
962 | Koola, our love and our light, What have they done unto you? |
962 | Let me ask, where none can hear me-- When you passed into the shine, And you heard a great love calling, did you know that it was mine? |
962 | Let the sailor sing the story of the ancient ocean''s glory, Forests golden, mountains hoary-- can he look and love like we? |
962 | Look towards that flaming crescent-- look beyond that glowing space-- Tell me, sister of the angels, what is beaming in thy face?" |
962 | Love is Love, and never dies"And another asketh, doubting that my brother speaks the truth,"Can we love in age as fondly as we did in days of youth? |
962 | Men that laugh and men that weep Call thee Music-- shall I follow, choose their name, and turn and sleep? |
962 | Men that laugh and men that weep Call thee Music-- shall I follow, choose their name, and turn and sleep? |
962 | Nor catch you up to mischief with your knife Amongst the apple trees? |
962 | Nor find you out A truant playing on the road to school? |
962 | Nor hear you whistling in the fields at eve? |
962 | Nor meet you, boy, in any other guise You used to take? |
962 | Not a ragged blade of verdure-- not one root of moss is there; Who hath torn the grasses from it-- wherefore is that barrow bare? |
962 | Now that these and all Love''s treasures blushed, before the spoiler, bare, Was the wrong that shall be nameless done, and seen, and suffered there? |
962 | Now where the land''s worn face is grey And storm is on the wave, What flower is left to bear away To Edward Butler''s grave? |
962 | O darling of mine, do you ever yearn For a something lost, which will never return? |
962 | O darling of mine, on the grave of dead Hours, Do you feel, like me, for a handful of flowers? |
962 | Oh, can she not from yonder sky That gleams above her, borrow A single ray, or find a way To check the tear of sorrow? |
962 | Oh, where are the tracks of her lover? |
962 | Oh, why do you moan, in this wide world alone, When so much affection here blooms? |
962 | Oh, why dost thou slumber, Kooroora? |
962 | Or was it a dream that I hurried without To clutch at and grapple the dark? |
962 | Or which of us can bear to stand and see The white affliction of a faded face, Made old by you and me? |
962 | Passing through a gloomy forest, scaling steeps like prison walls, Where the scanty sunshine wavers and the moonlight seldom falls? |
962 | Past the waste of thorny terrors, did he reach a sphere of rills, In a region yet untravelled, ringed by fair untrodden hills? |
962 | Pytheas Gaul whose keel in far, dim ages ploughed wan widths of polar sea-- Gray old sailor of Massilia, who hath woven wreath for thee? |
962 | Safely housed at last from rack-- Far from pain; Who would wish to have him back? |
962 | Saturn''s son is high and just: Did he come between her beauty and the fierce Far- darter''s lust? |
962 | Say, where have you buried her sweetness, Her coldness for youth and its yearning? |
962 | See, behind us gleams a green plot, shall we thither turn and rest Till a cold wind flutters over, till the day is down the west? |
962 | Shall more than Tempe''s beauty be unsung Because its shine is strange-- its colours young? |
962 | Shall we yearn, and we so feeble?" |
962 | She lifted her eyes to the glimmering hill, Then spoke, with a voice like a musical rill,"The time is too short; can I sojourn here still?" |
962 | Should I loiter here to listen, while this fitful wind is on the wing? |
962 | Silent Tears What bitter sorrow courses down Yon mourner''s faded cheek? |
962 | Sir, Will you oblige me by reading this letter, and the accompanying verses? |
962 | Slake your thirst, but stay and tell me: did your heart with terror beat, When you stepped across the bare and blasted hillock at your feet? |
962 | Some one saith,"Oh, you that mock at Passion with a worldly whine, Would you change the face of Nature-- would you limit God''s design? |
962 | Surrounded by pillars and spires whose summits shone out in the glare Of the high, the omnipotent fires, who knows what was seen by them there? |
962 | Thanks, spirits departed!--heard I not your voices Faint rolling along on the breath of the gale? |
962 | The rotten leaf falleth, the forest rain calleth; And what is the end of the whole? |
962 | The tender message Hope might send Sinks fainting at the lips of speech, For, are you lover-- are you friend, That I would reach? |
962 | The windy hills stared at the black, heavy clouds coming over the wave; My girl was expecting me back, but where was my power to save? |
962 | The"few"will try to beat it down, But can they stop the flood-- Bind up the pinions of the light, Or check the will of God? |
962 | Think ye, in the time of danger, When that threatening moment comes-- Will ye let the heartless stranger Drive your kindred from their homes? |
962 | This was his history, friend-- Ragged, unhoused, and alone; How could the child comprehend Love that he never had known? |
962 | Through a mist of many voices, listening for sweet accents fled, Heard we hints of lost affection, or of gentle faces dead? |
962 | Through the glens of the Past, do you wander along, Like a restless ghost that hath done a wrong? |
962 | Upon his brow what leaves of laurel, say? |
962 | VII The Stanza of Childe Harold Who framed the stanza of Childe Harold? |
962 | Was it well while there to mourn; When the loved-- the loving, crowding, came to welcome our return? |
962 | Was she left with her beauty, O lover, And the shreds of your passion about her, Beyond reach and where none can discover? |
962 | Was the spot where last he rested pleasant as an old- world lea? |
962 | Was there help for Ladon''s daughter? |
962 | Wept it for that gleam of glory wasting from the forest aisles; For that fainting gleam of glory sad with flickering, sickly smiles? |
962 | Were ye not like maddened demons while young children faint with fear Cried and cried and cried for succour, and no helping hand was near? |
962 | What act like his of days gone by-- The grand old Asian thinker? |
962 | What awful lyre of marvellous power and range Upraised this Ilion-- wrought this dazzling change? |
962 | What care have I ever to know His owner by sight or by name? |
962 | What could she do but obey, Even when suffering Faith Had n''t the power to pray? |
962 | What dream is this on lawny spaces set? |
962 | What golden shroud is at his funeral spread? |
962 | What great mute majesty is this that takes The first of morning ere the song- bird wakes? |
962 | What have you done to edify, You clammy chapel tinker? |
962 | What kind of mourners weep for him to- day? |
962 | What might mean that muffled sobbing? |
962 | What miracle of dome and minaret? |
962 | What odds if assumption has sealed His soulless hereafter abode, So long as he shows to his"field"The gleam of his hoofs, and the road? |
962 | What other doubts are there to sift?" |
962 | What rose of song with breath like myrrh, And leaf of dew and fair pure beams Shall I select and give to her-- The lady of my dreams? |
962 | What sort of"gospel"do you preach? |
962 | What strange, sweet harp of highest god took flame And gave this Troy its life, its light, its name? |
962 | What sun is this that beams and broadens west? |
962 | What tender rose of song is here That I may pluck and send Across the hills and seas austere To my lamented friend? |
962 | What wonder this, in deathless glory dressed? |
962 | What words of light, what high resplendent phrase Have I for all the lustre of her days? |
962 | What"Bible"is your Bible? |
962 | When I talk of what we will be, and new aspirations throng, Why are you so sadly silent, dark- haired Maid of Gerringong?" |
962 | When shall I reach you from a depth of darkness which is real? |
962 | When the rain''s on the roof, and the gales are abroad, Do you wash with your tears the feet of your God? |
962 | When the sun was as a menace, glaring from a sky of brass, Did he ever rest, in visions, on a lap of German grass? |
962 | When they left you in the night- hours, did you lie awake like me, With the thoughts of what we had been-- what we never more could be? |
962 | When, streaming down the lattices, The rain comes sobbing to the door? |
962 | Where are the valleys of the flashing wing, The dim green margins and the glimmering spring? |
962 | Where are the woods that, ninety summers back, Stood hoar with ages by the water- track? |
962 | Where have all those fancies fled to? |
962 | Where is the fiend with the face of desire? |
962 | Where moulders the traveller''s clay? |
962 | Where now the warrior of the forest race, His glaring war- paint and his fearless face? |
962 | Wherefore stay to talk of fainting, when the sun, with sinking fire, Smites the blocks of broken thunder, blackening yonder craggy spire? |
962 | While the moon is on the hill Gleaming through the streaming fogs, Do n''t you hear the yapping of the dogs-- The yapping and the yelping of the dogs? |
962 | Who amongst the world''s high singers ever breathed the tale sublime Of the man who coasted England in the misty dawn of time? |
962 | Who can look beyond the darkness; who can see so he may tell Where the sunsets all have gone to; where the souls that leave us dwell? |
962 | Who hath a portion, Alcyone, like her? |
962 | Who knows of their faith-- of its power? |
962 | Who knows-- if souls in bliss can leave the borders of their Eden- home-- But that some loving one may now about the ancient threshold roam? |
962 | Why comes your voice, you lonely One, Along the wild harp''s wailing strings? |
962 | Why was our delight so fickle? |
962 | Why were you away so long, When you knew who waited for you, dark- haired Maid of Gerringong? |
962 | Will dead faces always haunt us, in the time of faltering breath? |
962 | Will it ever, ever, ever fly to me, By this surging sea, By this surging, sooming sea, By this wailing, wild- faced sea? |
962 | Will she ever, ever, ever hither come? |
962 | Will they pass from our souls like a nightmare,"I said,"While we glide through the mazes of Death? |
962 | Will to- morrow bring The hours of pleasant rest? |
962 | Will you ever fly back to this city of ours With your harp and your voice and your beauty? |
962 | With all his sense and scholarship, How could he face his fading wife? |
962 | You know the place? |
962 | You saw it, Father? |
962 | You sit and hug a sorry hope-- Yet who will dare to say, The sweetness of October Is not for Ellen Ray? |
962 | You that have loved her so much, Loved her asleep and awake, Trembled because of her touch, What have you said for her sake? |
962 | You, having read the Holy Writ-- The Book the angels foster-- Say have you helped us on a bit, You overfed impostor? |
962 | am I asleep-- or abroad and awake? |
962 | her heart it is wasted with crying-- Do you hear her, Ulmarra? |
962 | how can we wittingly trust? |
962 | in his life, had he mother or wife, To wait for his step on the floor? |
962 | is this the trusting girl I swore to love, to shield, to cherish so But ten years back? |
962 | knowing what you''ve loved and lost, I ask where shall we find its like, and when? |
962 | lost to thyself and thy lover, Cast, like a dream, out of thought, with the moons which have passed into sleep, What shall avail thee? |
962 | saith she, wildly moaning Where the grass- grown silence lies,"Is there rest from sobs and groaning-- Rest with you beyond the skies? |
962 | was it a daughter Of sorrow and sin, That they threw it so madly Down into the lynn? |
962 | when will you meet with that soul of your choice, Who will lead you down here from the mountains? |
962 | where are thy mourners, Kooroora? |
962 | where doth her chieftain lie shaded? |
962 | where is her warrior sleeping? |
962 | where was my power, when Death was glaring at me from the reef? |
962 | where you sit and wait?" |
962 | who would come and say to me, With the eyes of far- off friendship,"You are as you used to be"? |
962 | why should I stay To think and dream of joys unknown? |
962 | wilt thou float and float to me Facing winds and sleets and waters, flying glimpses of the sea? |
962 | wilt thou float and float to me, Facing winds and sleets and waters, flying glimpses of the sea? |