•         Like the ancient Grecian marbles,

                Is his soul with beauty fraught,

            And as polished and enduring

                Is the sculpture of his thought.

     

            In the Pantheon of our country,

                The Valhalla of her fame,

            On the record of her poets,
    ...

  • Roses ruddy and roses white,

    What are the joys that my heart discloses?

    Sitting alone in the fading light

    Memories come to me here tonight

    With the wonderful scent of the big red roses.


    Memories come as the daylight fades

    Down on the hearth where the firelight dozes;

    Flicker and flutter...

  • The run is England's Empire great,

    The fire is the distress

    That burns the stock they represent --

    Prosperity you'll guess.

    And the blue gum bough is the Home Rule Bill

    That's making such a mess.


    And Ireland green, of course I mean

    By Paddymelon Flat;

    All men can see the...

  • I'm travelling down the Castlereagh, and I'm a station-hand,

    I'm handy with the ropin' pole, I'm handy with the brand,

    And I can ride a rowdy colt, or swing the axe all day,

    But there's no demand for a station-hand along the Castlereagh.


    So it's shift, boys, shift, for there isn't the slightest doubt

    That we'...

  • But little Carmine hath her face —

    Of Emerald scant — her Gown —

    Her Beauty — is the love she doth —

    Itself — exhibit — Mine —

  • Buttercup, Poppy, Forget-me-not---

    These three bloomed in a garden spot;

    And once, all merry with song and play,

    A little one heard three voices say:

       "Shine and shadow, summer and spring,

          O thou child with the tangled hair

       And laughing eyes! we three shall bring

          Each an...

  • A BUTTERFLY bask'd on a baby's grave,

        Where a lily had chanced to grow:

    "Why art thou here, with thy gaudy die,

    When she of the blue and sparkling eye,

        Must sleep in the church-yard low?"


    Then it lightly soar'd through the sunny air,

        And spoke from its shining track:
    ...

  • By a departing light

    We see acuter, quite,

    Than by a wick that stays.

    There's something in the flight

    That clarifies the sight

    And decks the rays.

  • By a flower — By a letter —

    By a nimble love —

    If I weld the Rivet faster —

    Final fast — above —


    Never mind my breathless Anvil!

    Never mind Repose!

    Never mind the sooty faces

    Tugging at the Forge!