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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?