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  • Ebbs and flows the restless river
    In the city street
    72 lines
  • It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,
    You might search for grass with a microscope, but nary grass was there;
    73 lines
  • IN the greyness of the dawning we have seen the pilot-star,
    In the whisper of the morning we have heard the years afar.
    27 lines
  • No white cloud sails the lonely sky,
    Thro’ the gaunt trees no breezes sigh,
    37 lines
  • Like weary sea-birds spent with flight
    And faltering,
    24 lines
  • Nature feels the touch of noon;
    Not a rustle stirs the grass;
    48 lines
  • There fell on me a dream when days were gray,
        And Hope had left me there to grope alone
    32 lines
  • Weary was I of Earth. My body lay,
    Its fires turned down and slaked to faintest heat.
    104 lines, 1 comment
  • An amphitheatre of purple hills
    And emerald slopes where nestling villas gleam,
    32 lines, 1 comment
  • O for a vision of the perfect light
    To shame the splendour of the morning star!
    48 lines
  • Not as the songs of other lands
    Her song shall be,
    90 lines
  • The willows sweep the water, and the rushes lean a-down,
        And I see the river shining far away,
    33 lines
  • Now that the gods are dead—where shall we find us a god?
    Myths of the Greek Olympus have sunk in the surge of Time;
    66 lines
  • Earth's mightiest isle. She stands alone.
    The wide seas wash around Her throne,
    39 lines, 1 comment
  • The gentle heart that hated wrong,
    The courage that all ills withstood,
    24 lines
  • Bright skies of summer o’er the deep,
    And soft salt air along the land,
    36 lines, 1 comment
  • Dim in the mist of ages, seeking a resting-place,
    Broke on the shores of Britain the wave of an Aryan race.
    88 lines, 1 comment
  • IT WAS on the fourth of August, as five hundred of us lay
    In the camp at Eland’s River, came a shell from De La Rey—
    52 lines
  • THE BOY went out from the ranges grim,
    And the breath of the mountains went with him;
    74 lines, 1 comment
  • I have seen the plains lying baked and bare,
    When drought and famine hold revel there,
    41 lines
  • Girl, with the soft grey eyes,
    You to the flowers belong:
    12 lines
  • I stood in the heart of the city street,
    I felt the throb of her pulses beat,
    40 lines
  • The pen falls from his nerveless hand,
    The light is fading from his eyes,
    24 lines
  • Chequered with sunshine and shade—the umbrage of white clouds in motion—
    Rearing their summits to Heaven, broken like waves on their strands,
    24 lines
  • This is the story of one man’s soul.
    The paths are stony and passion is blind,
    722 lines
  • When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal,
        In Time’s deep chalice poured Life’s sacred wine,
    116 lines
  • Around and beneath, the dull grey mist and the sullen roar of the sea,
    Scant footing-place on the sheer cliffs face—with death for a penalty;
    16 lines
  • In an age of Mammon and Greed,
                    In an age of Humbug and Cant,
    67 lines
  • Half-lost in film of faintest lawn,
    A single star in armour white
    77 lines, 4 comments
  • Here in the silence cometh unto me
                    A song that is not mine,
    42 lines, 1 comment
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