The dark and pillowy cloud, the sallow trees, Seem o'er the ruins of the year to mourn;
And, cold and hollow, the inconstant breeze Sobs thro' the falling leaves and wither'd fern
O'er the tall brow of yonder chalky bourn,
The eveni...
Among the blight-killed eucalypts, amongtrees and bushes rusted by Christmas frosts,the yards and hillsides exhausted by five years of drought,certain airy white blossoms punctuallyreappeared, and dense clusters of pale pink, dark pink—a delicate ...
Chill and mirk is the nightly blast, Where Pindus' mountains rise,
And angry clouds are pouring fast The vengeance of the skies
Our guides are gone, our hope is lost, And lightnings, as they play,
But show where rocks our path have ...
AT way does the wind come
What way does he go
He rides over the water, and over the snow,
Through wood, and through vale; and, o'er rocky