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Pactolus…like flow deep and rich along; 

An Austral Shakespeare rise; whose living page

To nature true may charm in ev'ry age; 

And that an Austral Pindar daring soar;

Where not the Theban eagle reach'd before。

And; O Britannia! shouldst thou cease to ride

Despotic Empress of old Ocean's tide; 

Should thy tamed Lion  spent his former might; 

No longer roar the terror of the fight; 

Should e'er arrive that dark disastrous hour;

When bow'd by luxury; thou yield'st to pow'r; 

When thou; no longer freest of the free;

To some proud victor bend'st the vanquish'd knee; 

May all thy glories in another sphere

Relume; and shine more brightly still than here;

May this; thy last…born infant; then arise;

To glad thy heart and greet thy parent eyes;

And Australasia float; with flag unfurl'd;

A new Britannia in another world。









Charles Harpur。







  Love





She loves me!  From her own bliss…breathing lips

 The live confession came; like rich perfume

 From crimson petals bursting into bloom!

And still my heart at the remembrance skips

Like a young lion; and my tongue; too; trips

 As drunk with joy! while every object seen

 In life's diurnal round wears in its mien

A clear assurance that no doubts eclipse。

And if the common things of nature now

 Are like old faces flushed with new delight;

Much more the consciousness of that rich vow

 Deepens the beauteous; and refines the bright;

 While throned I seem on love's divinest height

'Mid all the glories glowing round its brow。







  Words





Words are deeds。  The words we hear

May revolutionize or rear

A mighty state。  The words we read

May be a spiritual deed

Excelling any fleshly one;

As much as the celestial sun

Transcends a bonfire; made to throw

A light upon some raree…show。

A simple proverb tagged with rhyme

May colour half the course of time;

The pregnant saying of a sage

May influence every coming age;

A song in its effects may be

More glorious than Thermopylae;

And many a lay that schoolboys scan

A nobler feat than Inkerman。







  A Coast View





High 'mid the shelves of a grey cliff; that yet

Riseth in Babylonian mass above;

In a benched cleft; as in the mouldered chair

Of grey…beard Time himself; I sit alone;

And gaze with a keen wondering happiness

Out o'er the sea。  Unto the circling bend

That verges Heaven; a vast luminous plain

It stretches; changeful as a lover's dream 

Into great spaces mapped by light and shade

In constant interchange  either 'neath clouds

The billows darken; or they shimmer bright

In sunny scopes of measureless expanse。

'Tis Ocean dreamless of a stormy hour;

Calm; or but gently heaving;  yet; O God!

What a blind fate…like mightiness lies coiled

In slumber; under that wide…shining face!

While o'er the watery gleam  there where its edge

Banks the dim vacancy; the topmost sails

Of some tall ship; whose hull is yet unseen;

Hang as if clinging to a cloud that still

Comes rising with them from the void beyond;

Like to a heavenly net; drawn from the deep

And carried upward by ethereal hands。









William Forster。







  ‘The Love in her Eyes lay Sleeping'





   The love in her eyes lay sleeping;

   As stars that unconscious shine;

   Till; under the pink lids peeping;

   I wakened it up with mine;

And we pledged our troth to a brimming oath

   In a bumper of blood…red wine。

   Alas! too well I know

   That it happened long ago;

   Those memories yet remain;

   And sting; like throbs of pain;

   And I'm alone below;

But still the red wine warms; and the rosy goblets glow;

   If love be the heart's enslaver;

   'Tis wine that subdues the head。

   But which has the fairest flavour;

   And whose is the soonest shed?

   Wine waxes in power in that desolate hour

   When the glory of love is dead。

   Love lives on beauty's ray;

   But night comes after day;

   And when the exhausted sun

   His high career has run;

   The stars behind him stay;

And then the light that lasts consoles our darkening way。

   When beauty and love are over;

   And passion has spent its rage;

   And the spectres of memory hover;

   And glare on life's lonely stage;

   'Tis wine that remains to kindle the veins

   And strengthen the steps of age。

   Love takes the taint of years;

   And beauty disappears;

   But wine in worth matures

   The longer it endures;

   And more divinely cheers;

And ripens with the suns and mellows with the spheres。









James Lionel Michael。







  ‘Through Pleasant Paths'





Through pleasant paths; through dainty ways;

   Love leads my feet;

Where beauty shines with living rays;

   Soft; gentle; sweet;

The placid heart at random strays;

And sings; and smiles; and laughs and plays;

And gathers from the summer days

   Their light and heat;

That in its chambers burn and blaze

   And beam and beat。



I throw myself among the ferns

   Under the shade;

And watch the summer sun that burns

   On dell and glade;

To thee; my dear; my fancy turns;

In thee its Paradise discerns;

For thee it sighs; for thee it yearns;

   My chosen maid;

And that still depth of passion learns

   Which cannot fade。



The wind that whispers in the night;

   Subtle and free;

The gorgeous noonday's blinding light;

   On hill and tree;

All lovely things that meet my sight;

All shifting lovelinesses bright;

Speak to my heart with calm delight;

   Seeming to be

Cloth'd with enchantment; robed in white;

   To sing of thee。



The ways of life are hard and cold

   To one alone;

Bitter the strife for place and gold 

   We weep and groan:

But when love warms the heart grows bold;

And when our arms the prize enfold;

Dearest! the heart can hardly hold

   The bliss unknown;

Unspoken; never to be told 

   My own; my own!







  Personality



      〃Death is to us change; not consummation。〃

                               Heart of Midlothian。





A change! no; surely; not a change;

 The change must be before we die;

Death may confer a wider range;

 From pole to pole; from sea to sky;

It cannot make me new or strange

 To mine own Personality!



For what am I?  this mortal flesh;

 These shrinking nerves; this feeble frame;

For ever racked with ailments fresh

 And scarce from day to day the same 

A fly within the spider's mesh;

 A moth that plays around the flame!



THIS is not I  within such coil

 The immortal spirit rests awhile:

When this shall lie beneath the soil;

 Which its mere mortal parts defile;

THAT shall for ever live and foil

 Mortality; and pain; and guile。



Whatever Time may make of me

 Eternity must see me still

Clear from the dross of earth; and free

 From every stain of every ill;

Yet still; where…e'er  what…e'er I be;

 Time's work Eternity must fill。



When all the worlds have ceased to roll;

 When the long light has ceased to quiver

When we have reached our final goal

 And stand beside the Living River;

This vital spark  this loving soul;

 Must last for ever and for ever。



To choose what I must be is mine;

 Mine in these few and fleeting days;

I may be if I will; divine;

 Standing before God's throne in praise; 

Through all Eternity to shine

 In yonder Heaven's sapphire blaze。



Father; the soul that counts it gain

 To love Thee and Thy law on earth;

Unchanged but free from mortal stain;

 Increased in knowledge and in worth;

And purified from this world's pain;

 Shall find through Thee a second birth。



A change! no surely not a change!

 The change must be before we die;

Death may confer a wider range

 From world to world; from sky to sky;

It cannot make me new or strange

 To mine own Personality!









Daniel Henry Deniehy。







  Love in a Cottage





A cottage small be mine; with porch

 Enwreathed with ivy green;

And brightsome flowers with dew…filled bells;

 'Mid brown old wattles seen。



And one to wait at shut of eve;

 With eyes as fountain clear;

And braided hair; and simple dress;

 My homeward step to hear。



On summer eves to sing old songs;

 And talk o'er early vows;

While stars look down like angels' eyes

 Amid the leafy boughs。



When Spring flowers peep from flossy cells;

 And bright…winged parrots call;

In forest paths be ours to rove

 Till purple evenings fall。



The curtains closed; by taper clear

 To read some page divine;

On winter nights; the hearth beside;

 Her soft; warm hand in mine。



And so to glide through busy life;

 Like some small brook alone;

That winds its way 'mid grassy knolls;

 Its music all its own。







  A Song for the Night





O the Night; the Night; the solemn Night;

 When Earth is bound with her silent zone;

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