Australian Poets, 1788-1888: Being a Selection of Poems Upon All Subjects, Written in Australia and New Zealand During the First Century of British Colonization : with Brief Notes on Their Authors and an Introd

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Griffith, Farran, Okeden & Welsh, 1888 - 612 páginas
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Página 140 - Twas in the calm and silent night! The senator of haughty Rome Impatient urged his chariot's flight, From lordly revel rolling home! Triumphal arches gleaming swell His breast with thoughts of boundless sway; What recked the Roman what befell A paltry province far away, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago! Within that province far away Went plodding home a weary boor: A streak of light before him lay, Fallen through a half-shut stable door Across his path.
Página 140 - It was the calm and silent night! Seven hundred years and fifty-three Had Rome been growing up to might, And now was queen of land and sea. No sound was heard of clashing wars; Peace brooded o'er the hushed domain: Apollo, Pallas, Jove, and Mars Held undisturbed their ancient reign, In the solemn midnight, Centuries ago.
Página 69 - NOT UNDERSTOOD. NOT understood. We move along asunder, Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep Along the years ; we marvel and we wonder Why life is life? and then we fall asleep, Not understood. Not understood.
Página 518 - A spirit force, transcending sense, In heights unsealed, in deeps unstirred, Beneath the calm, above the storm, She waits the incorporating word To bid her tremble into form, Already, like divining-rods, men's souls Bend down to where the unseen river rolls...
Página 206 - A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Forest NOT a sound disturbs the air, There is quiet everywhere ; Over plains and over woods What a mighty stillness broods All the birds and insects keep Where the coolest shadows sleep ; Even the busy ants are found Resting in their pebbled mound ; - Even the locust clingeth now Silent to the barky bough : Over hills and over plains Quiet, vast and slumbrous, reigns. Only...
Página 141 - How keen the stars! his only thought; The air how calm and cold and thin, •In the solemn midnight Centuries ago ! O strange indifference! — low and high Drowsed over common joys and cares: The earth was still — but knew not why; The world was listening — unawares. How calm a moment may precede One that shall thrill the world for ever! To that still moment none would heed, Man's doom was linked, no more to sever, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago.
Página 141 - To that still moment none would heed, Man's doom was linked, no more to sever, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago. It is the calm and solemn night! A thousand bells ring out, and throw Their joyous peals abroad, and smite The darkness, charmed and holy now. The night that erst no name had worn, To it a happy name is given; For in that stable lay new-born The peaceful Prince of Earth and Heaven, In the solemn midnight Centuries ago.
Página 599 - LAY me low, my work is done, I am weary. Lay me low, Where the wild flowers woo the sun, Where the balmy breezes blow, Where the butterfly takes wing, Where the aspens drooping grow, Where the young birds chirp and sing. I am weary, let me go.
Página 45 - I kissed the mouth Of her whose eyes outblazed the skiey fires. 1 saw the parallels of thy long streets With lamps like angels shining all a-row, While overhead the empyrean seats Of gods were steeped in paradisic glow. The Pleiades with rarer fires were tipt, Hesper sat throned upon his jewelled chair, The belted giant's triple stars were dipt In all the splendour of Olympian air. On high to bless, the Southern Cross did shine, Like that which blazed o'er conquering Constantine.
Página 28 - They used to be glad to see me once : they might have been so to-day ; But we never know the worth of a thing until we have thrown it away. I watch them, but from afar ; and I pull my old cap over my eyes, Partly to hide the tears, that, rude and rough as I am, will rise, And partly because I cannot bear that such as they should see The man that I am, when I know, though they don't, the man that I ought to be.

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