Joseph Furphy Long Poems

  • 1.
    Now the truce of night brings respite to the sordid care of day,
    And in listlessness I pace the river side,
    Where the solitude is wounded by no lighted window's ray;
    But illicit fancy will not be denied
    ...
  • 2.
    Life is a Poem, short or long,
    A dismal Dirge, or jovial Song,
    A Psalm of faith, or Lay of Pride,
    One stanza by each year supplied.
    ...
  • 3.
    When the great Creator fashion'd us, and saw that we were good,
    He commission'd us to dominate the planet as it stood.
    But His ordinance meets denial still, and peace remains unknown,
    For the Boer is always with us, calling certain lands his own.
    ...
  • 4.
    Sing the evil days we see, and the worse that are to be,
    In such doggerel as dejection will allow,
    We are pilgrims, sorrow-led, with no Beulah on ahead,
    No elysian Up the Country for us now.
    ...
  • 5.
    (From 'An Idyll of the Wimmera.')

    On the geodetic line, where the parish boundaries join
    At a level and interminable lane
    ...
  • 6.
    In spite of his imposing plea,
    A freeman whom the truth makes free
    Is often fairly up a tree,
    And marvels why it should be thus.
    ...
  • 7.
    (A Romance.)

    December 11th, 1867.

    ...
  • 8.
    O kid! with face of healthy tan,
    With lunch-bag, books and slate;
    You needn't long to be a man,
    Self-confident and great;
    ...
  • 9.
    Opposed to Jewish Temple-rites,
    Strange to the lore of Greece,
    That message comes from starry heights,
    A key to lasting Peace.
    ...
Total 9 Long Poems by Joseph Furphy

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