Castle Gay, and Other PoemsJohn Mackay, 1883 - 304 strán (strany) |
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Alex bagpipes Balclutha Banaceard Jean battle blood bloom bosom brave bright burning career Castle Gay charms clouds dark dear dear heather death dread Dunedin earth ev'ry eyes face fair fame fancy fate fear field FLAG OF SCOTLAND flow'r fondly frae gallant gentle glorious grace green Gustavus heart Hermengoild Highland hills honour hope Hugh John John McKay John Reid John Saunderson land lassies life's M'Donald M'Kay Malcolm McKellar mem'ries mighty mind mong muse Nature's ne'er neath night o'er once Pappenheim peace pibroch plaidie plain pow'r pride proud race Robt roll round rude scarce scene Scotland seems shone shore smile social glass soon sorrow soul sphere spirit steeds stern storm Swedes sweet Taieri Tapanui thee there's Thos thou thoughts throng tide toil Tommy Hughes tow'ring Twas unto Wallenstein waving weary wild worldly
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Strana i - Will strongly heave my breast; That I, for poor auld Scotland's sake, Some useful plan or book could make, Or sing a sang at least...
Strana i - I am nae Poet, in a sense, But just a Rhymer, like, by chance, An' hae to learning nae pretence, Yet, what the matter ? Whene'er my Muse does on me glance, I jingle at her. Your critic-folk may cock their nose, And say, ' How can you e'er propose, You wha ken hardly verse frae prose, To mak a sang ?' But, by your leaves, my learned foes, Ye're maybe wrang. What's a
Strana 164 - THE UPPER DARLING WHERE, like an oven in the sky, Australia's sun is blazing high, And from its distant inland source The Darling winds its sinuous course, 'Mid dreary regions, parched and dry, Whose sameness palls the wearied eye; With sandy scrubs and salt-bush plains, That scant reward the shepherd's pains; And timber belts of straggling growth, All stunted with the summer's drouth; Where dusty clouds and teasing flies Afflict the sight and bung the eyes : While panting nature faints beneath The...
Strana 148 - Till he sinks beneath their frown. Hard rows the world, When once a man is down. Hard rows the world When adversity blows keen ; That chills affection's ties, And leaves mistrust between...
Strana 149 - Where virtue, clothed threadbare, Is slighted as obscure ; And the soul of feeling pure, From the narrow churlish mind With its proud slights must endure By his social bounds confined. Hard rows the world, Yet the poor must bear resigned. Hard rows the world With its broad commercial plan, Where virtue must give place, While money makes the man. And a rich appearance can Most gross short-comings hide, While the honest artizau Must stoop to empty pride.
Strana 280 - But to gra<p, and hoard, and grieve For the treasures we must leave, Seems our only end to live. But the time is wearing on. And the sound of lahour rings As his tool the workman swings. And no rest the Sahhath hrings, But the time is wearing on. Whilst the months fly on apace, And the years join in the race, Still our phantom gods we chase ; But the time is wearing on, When the trihes of ev'ry land, By Jehovah's dread command, At his judgment...
Strana 165 - ... wearied eye; With sandy scrubs and salt-bush plains, That scant reward the shepherd's pains; And timber belts of straggling growth, All stunted with the summer's drouth; Where dusty clouds and teasing flies Afflict the sight and bung the eyes: While panting nature faints beneath The hot sirocco's stifling breath; Where, proper to that region rude Appears the Aborigine nude, With agile form, and eye of fear, Equipped with boomerang and spear A simple race, devoid of cares, Who herd in camps, like...
Strana 166 - He bore an order round to each To start next morning, soon ; prepared To reach a more commodious yard, Where, in a hut for them before Were ample rations laid in store, While he (the overseer) would come With full hands from the station home, From which they'd start by break of day, And do the marking in a day. And still he cautioned each to heed, And look out as he did proceed : " Now, mind yourselves, for if you box* You'll play the mischief with the flocks.
Strana 150 - Must stoop to empty pride. Hard rows the world, With its partial-leaning side ! Hard rows the world ! But the man to honour true, Let fortune smile or frown, Will his even course pursue. With his bright goal well in view, Strong in the right he'll stand, Though understood by few, Still those a chosen band. Hard rows the world, Yet will worth respect command ! EVIL COMMUNICATIONS CORRUPT GOOD MANNERS.
Strana 130 - And on the death of Carlyle, from the same hand: To the grim king another has succumbed, Carlyle is dead, the wire brings o'er the deep; And 'mong the myriads each year entombed, Say, who is he, that man for him should weep? The names of Jessie Mackay and Hubert Church are both preserved, if only by the annual literary awards given in memory of them by the New Zealand PEN The Tasmanian-born ! Church wrote a good deal, rather badly, and was a New Zealand Treasury official for thirty-three years.