Category: Poetry
The _raison d’être_ of this small work was suggested to me at the time of the lamented death of King Edward of happy memory. I essayed to mark the date of his decease by writing a few lines in commemoration of the event, and from that time forward I have felt a desire to expre...
The pure pale blossoms of God’s gift, the flowers, Breathe immortality. They tell us of sweet, heavenly, dreamless hours All through eternity. They tell us of dear Mother Earth...
2. Part 2She hath no strands of coral, rimmed with gold, Or mermaids, in green dells of ancient story; But rippling, laughing waves her feet enfold, And land and seascape gleam with glit...
3. Part 3I opened wide the Portal of the Temple of the Years, And passed adown the vista of the aisle of buried tears, Which once my feet had trodden in their deeply furrowed way, The _v...
4. Part 4Peace to thee, Mother of Empires: Austral, thy younger child Far removed from thy steadfast hand across the ocean wild, Sees not thy mighty cities, nor the pleasurance of thy me...
1. Part 1The _raison d’être_ of this small work was suggested to me at the time of the lamented death of King Edward of happy memory. I essayed to mark the date of his decease by writing...
6. Part 6We again went on deck and, glancing beneath us on the lower deck, we saw long rows of reclining figures in white, like so many mummies, with one or two sitting up talking volubl...