Australian TalesA. & W. Bruce, 1896 - 138 стор. |
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Aborigines asked Australian Bandoline bank Barclay Barnstarke Blackadder BOURKE STREET brandy breeches buggy Bullocktown bush called COLLINS STREET colony Coppinger Coppinger's creek cried dear death door drink eyes face father fellow felt Flash Harry genius Gentleman George Glimmera Grumbler's Gully Gunnybags hair hand Hardy head heard Holiday Peak honour horse Israel Israel Davis Jack Keturah knew lady literary lived London Longbow looked Marcus Clarke marry Marston matter melancholy Melbourne Melliship morning mother mountain mysterious Neil Gow never night nobbler North Melbourne pair Perkins Poor Joe Pretty Dick Quartzborough replied returned ride Rose round Royal Cobb seemed smile Sporboy Stanislaus station strange swamp SWANSTON STREET teetotal tell Theatre Royal Thomas Marrable thought township tree Trowbridge turned Wallaby whisky wife woman young
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Сторінка 2 - In Australia alone is to be found the Grotesque, the Weird, the strange scribblings of Nature learning how to write. Some see no beauty in our trees without shade, our flowers without perfume, our birds who cannot fly, and our beasts who have not yet learned to walk on all fours. But the dweller in the wilderness acknowledges the subtle charm of this fantastic land of monstrosities.
Сторінка 83 - To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day . . . And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death.
Сторінка 1 - From the melancholy gums strips of white bark hang and rustle. The very animal life of these frowning hills is either grotesque or ghostly. Great grey kangaroos hop noiselessly over the coarse grass. Flights of white cockatoos stream out, shrieking like evil souls. The sun suddenly sinks, and the mopokes burst out into horrible peals of semi-human laughter.
Сторінка 110 - LAZY laughing languid Jenny, Fond of a kiss and fond of a guinea, Whose head upon my knee to-night Rests for a while, as if grown light With all our dances and the sound To which the wild tunes spun you round : Fair Jenny mine, the thoughtless queen Of kisses which the blush between Could hardly make much daintier ; Whose eyes are as blue skies, whose hair...
Сторінка 2 - There is a poem in every form of tree or flower, but the poetry which lives in the trees and flowers of Australia differs from those of other countries. Europe is the home of knightly song, of bright deeds and clear morning thought. Asia sinks beneath the weighty...
Сторінка 1 - The Australian mountain forests are funereal, secret, stern. Their solitude! is desolation. They seem to stifle, in their black gorges, a story of sullen despair. No tender sentiment is nourished in their shade. In other lands the dying year is mourned, the falling leaves drop lightly on his bier. In the Australian forests no leaves fall. The savage winds shout among the rock clefts. From the melancholy gum strips of white bark hang and rustle. The very animal life of these frowning hills is either...
Сторінка 138 - Australasian will be a tall, coarse, strong-jawed, greedy, pushing, talented man, excelling in swimming and horsemanship. His religion will be a form of Presbyterianism; his national policy a democracy tempered by the rate of exchange. His wife will be a thin, narrow woman, very fond of dress and idleness, caring little for her children, but without sufficient brain-power to sin with zest.