78. Wormwood And Nightshade The troubles of life are many,
The pleasures of life are few;When we sat in the sunlight, Annie,
79. Wolf And Hound “The hills like giants at a hunting lay
Chin upon hand, to see the game at bay.”-Browning.
80. Whisperings In Wattle-boughs Oh, gaily sings the bird! and the wattle-boughs are stirr'd
And rustled by the scented breath of spring;Oh, the dreary wistful longing! Oh, the faces that are thronging!
81. Unshriven Oh! the sun rose on the lea, and the bird sang merrilie,
And the steed stood ready harness'd in the hall,And he left his lady's bower, and he sought the eastern tower,
82. To My Sister Lines written by the late A. L. Gordon
On 4th August, 1853,Being three days before he sailed for Australia.
87. The Swimmer With short, sharp, violent lights made vivid,
To southward far as the sight can roam,Only the swirl of the surges livid,
88. The Song Of The Surf White steeds of ocean, that leap with a hollow and wearisome roar
On the bar of ironstone steep, not a fathom's length from the shore,Is there never a seer nor sophist can interpret your wild refrain,
89. The Sick Stockrider Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade.
Old man, you've had your work cut out to guideBoth horses, and to hold me in the saddle when I sway'd,
Come bring your sampler, and with art
Draw in't a wounded heart
And dropping here and there:
Not that I think that any dart
Can make your's bleed a tear,
Or pierce it anywhere;
Yet do it to this end: that I
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