In Praise of Australia: An Anthology in Prose and VerseFlorence Gay Constable, 1912 - 250 pages P.67-138 on Aborigines; Origin, superstitions, cave paintings; Quotes from Howitt, Calvert, Lumholtz etc. |
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Page 48 - I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall, And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty city, Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all. And in place of lowing cattle, I can hear the fiendish rattle Of the tramways and the buses making hurry down the street; And the language uninviting of the gutter children fighting Comes fitfully and faintly through the ceaseless tramp of feet. And the hurrying...
Page 34 - He blazed away and missed you in that shallow watercourse — A narrow shave — his powder singed your beard! In these hours when life is ebbing, how those days when life was young Come back to us; how clearly I recall Even the yarns Jack Hall invented, and the songs Jem Roper sung; And where are now Jem Roper and Jack Hall?
Page 84 - And yet indeed she is my sister; she is the daughter of my father, but not the daughter of my mother; and she became my wife.
Page 49 - I've done my share of toil, And life is short - the longest life a span; I care not now to tarry for the corn or for the oil, Or for the wine that maketh glad the heart of man. For good undone and gifts misspent and resolutions vain, 'Tis somewhat late to trouble. This I know I should live the same life over, if I had to live again; And the chances are I go where most men go.
Page 19 - An Act to enable Her Majesty to assent to a Bill as Amended of the Legislature of New South Wales to Confer a Constitution on New South Wales and to Grant a Civil List to Her Majesty...
Page 189 - THE love of field and coppice, Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins. Strong love of grey-blue distance Brown streams and soft, dim skies I know but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror — The wide brown land for me!
Page 50 - Tis somewhat late to trouble. This I know — I should live the same life over, if I had to live again; And the chances are I go where most men go. The deep blue skies wax dusky, and the tall green trees grow dim, The sward beneath me seems to heave and fall; And sickly, smoky shadows through the sleepy sunlight swim, And on the very sun's face weave their pall. Let me slumber in the hollow where the wattle blossoms wave, With never stone or rail to fence my bed; Should the sturdy station children...
Page 9 - SHE is not yet, but he whose ear Thrills to that finer atmosphere Where footfalls of appointed things, Reverberant of days to be, Are heard in forecast echoings, Like wave-beats from a viewless sea— Hears in the voiceful tremors of the sky Auroral heralds whispering
Page 49 - Now westward winds the bridle-path that leads to Lindisfarm, And yonder looms the double-headed Bluff; From the far side of the first hill, when the skies are clear and calm, You can see Sylvester's woolshed fair enough. Five miles we used to call it from our homestead to the place Where the big tree spans the roadway like an arch...
Page 190 - But then the grey clouds gather And we can bless again The drumming of an army, The steady soaking rain. Core of my heart, my country ! Land of the rainbow gold, For flood and fire and famine She pays us back threefold. Over the thirsty paddocks, Watch, after many days, The filmy veil of greenness That thickens as we gaze...