- A boat on the sea, my boat
- Above us hangs the jewelled night
- A copper concave of a sky
- Ah, have you seen Aoranghi rise
- Ah, my heart, the storm and sadness!
- Ah, to be by Mooni now!
- All is over! fleet career
- All men are free and equal born
- All singers have shadows
- All that I am is Thine
- All the first night she might not weep
- Along the serried coast the Southerly raves
- A mermaid’s not a human thing
- And sleeps thy heart when flower and tree
- A pair of lovers in the street!
- As children vex a lion in his cage
- As I rose in the early dawn
- A timid child with heart oppressed
- Babylon has fallen! Aye; but Babylon endures
- Baby, O baby, fain you are for bed
- Before the glare o’ dawn I rise
- Beneath this narrow jostling street
- Beside the pale water
- Blue and gold, and mist and sunlight
- Boot and saddle, see the slanting
- But thou hast read how Cleopatra went
- By channels of coolness the echoes are calling
- Calm and fair
- Can we not consecrate
- Celestial poesy! whose genial sway
- City, I never told you yet
- Come away, come away from the straightness of the road
- Come, before the summer passes
- Cometh a voice:—‘My children, hear
- Coming down the mountain road
- Dew upon the robin as he lilts there on the thorn
- Did you know, little child
- Down harvest headlands the fairy host
- Down in the South, by the waste without sail on it
- Do you remember that careless band
- English thrush within my garden from thy pinetree minaret
- Fair as the night—when all the astral fires
- Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free
- From all division let our land be free
- From my window I can see
- Give us from dawn to dark
- God girt her about with the surges
- Gold of the tangled wilderness of wattle
- Grey dawn—and lucent star that slowly paled
- Grey Winter hath gone, like a wearisome guest
- Hark! Young Democracy from sleep
- Hast thou forgotten me? the days are dark
- Have courage, O my comradry of dreamers!
- Have you ever been down to my countree
- He lies here. See the bush
- Here is my last good-bye
- Here lies the woven garb he wore
- Here’s to the home that was never, never ours!
- Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more
- How long, O Lord, shall this, my country, be
- I am a weakling. God, who made
- I count the mercifullest part of all
- If, as they tell in stories old
- If in the summer of thy bright regard
- If of us two might only one be glad
- If the woodland and the heath
- I leave the world to-morrow
- I make not my division of the hours
- Implacable as are thy arctic floes
- I’m sick of fog and yellow gloom
- In a forest, far away
- In a land of many waters, by a sun-forsaken lea
- In Collins Street standeth a statute tall
- In dark wild woods, where the lone owl broods
- In Ortygia the Dawn land the old gods dwell
- In the sorrow and the terror of the nations
- I said, This misery must end
- I saw the Night caught, as by wizard’s spell
- I suppose it just depends on where you’re raised
- It’s gettin’ bits o’ posies
- It’s singin’ in an’ out
- I twined a wreath of heather white
- I wrought and battled and wept, near and afar
- Just as of yore the friendly rain
- Lady of Sorrow! What though laughing blue
- Last night I saw the Pleiades again
- Last sea-thing dredged by sailor Time from Space
- Life’s Angel watched a happy child at play
- Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows
- Like a black enamoured king whispered low the thunder
- Love, love me only
- Lovers, are you faring forth?
- Love stole in to a fair child dreaming
- Measure me out from the fathomless tun
- Me let the world disparage and despise
- Miles and miles of quiet houses, every house a harbour
- Mirror of the trackless sky
- My Baby, wouldst thou treasure hoard?
- My Countrymen, though we are young as yet
- My heart was wandering in the sands
- ’Neath the spiring of spruces
- Night, and a bitter sky, and strange birds crying
- Night gave to Thee thy shadowy hair
- Night waned and wasted, and the fading stars
- Not a sound disturbs the air
- Not Beelzebub, but white archangel, I
- Now two have met, now two have met
- O bowl that held the hot imprisoned fire
- O city, look the Eastward way!
- O did you see a troop go by
- O far away, and far away
- O heart of Spring!
- Oh, gaily sings the bird!
- Oh, golden-lilied Queen—immortal France!
- Oh, the moon shines bright, and we sail to-night
- O June has her diamonds, her diamonds of sheen
- Once more this Autumn-earth is ripe
- On summer nights when moonbeams flow
- O pure of soul, and fond and deep of heart
- O rich and splendid soul that overflowest
- O the grey, grey company
- Our little queen of dreams
- Our manlier spirits hear and will obey
- Outcast, a horror to his kind
- O white wind, numbing the world
- Quietly as rosebuds
- Reluctant Morn, whose meagre radiance lies
- Rosalind has come to town!
- She comes as comes the summer night
- She is more sparkling beautiful
- She is standing at the gate
- She looked on me with sadder eyes than Death
- She loves me! From her own bliss-breathing lips
- She rose amid the Nations, tall and fair
- She sits a queen whom none shall dare despoil
- Simson settled in the timber when his arm was strong and true
- Snowy-smooth beneath the pen
- So the last day’s come at last
- Spirit, that lookest from the starry fold
- Strew the flowers at Love’s behest
- Tell me what boots to battle, when the end
- The bleak-faced Winter, with his braggart winds
- The brave old land of deed and song
- The bridle reins hang loose in the hold of his lean left hand
- The grey of Ocean’s denseness
- The locust drones along the drowsy noon
- The love of field and coppice
- The Master He was hungry
- The moon is bright, and the winds are laid
- The night descends in glory, and adown the purple west
- The pangs that guard the gates of joy
- There came a little light-foot breeze a-dancing down the bay
- There grows a white, white flower
- There is no need to say good-bye
- There is no word of thanks to hear
- There’s a crack in the city
- There’s a regret that from my bosom aye
- There’s not a person in the street
- The sea-coast of Bohemia
- The sheep are yarded, an’ I sit
- The stars are pale
- The strong sob of the chafing stream
- The sunny rounds of Earth contain
- The wide sun stares without a cloud
- The wingèd words, they pass
- The world did say to me
- They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
- They said: Now here is gold
- They tell you the poet is useless and empty the sound of his lyre
- They’ve builded wooden timber tracks
- They will take us from the moorings
- This is a rune I ravelled in the still
- This is the sum of things … that we
- Thou wilt come with suddenness
- Thus pass the glories of the world!
- Thy verse is like a cool and shady well
- To break the stillness of the hour
- To taste
- Two kinds of courage are there in the creed
- Unstable monster, formless, vast, alone
- We are the Trees
- Weary of the ceaseless war
- We go no more to the forest
- What can I write in thee, O dainty book
- What can we give in return
- What cares the rose if the buds which are its pride
- What was the hardest hour
- When I was a burst of thunder
- When shall I make a song for you, my love?
- When the tall bamboos are clicking to the restless little breeze
- Where is Australia, singer, do you know?
- Where shall we go for our garlands glad
- Where the dreaming Tiber wanders by the haunted Appian Way
- Where the ironbarks are hanging leaves disconsolate and pale
- Where through entangling bays
- Who seeks the shore where dreams outpour
- Who will persuade me that one perfect song
- Wild and wet, and windy wet falls the night on Hamilton
- Wild eyes—and faces ashen grey
- Within the world a second world
- Words are deeds. The words we hear
- You kissed me in June
- Your voice was the rugged
- Youth that rides the wildest horse
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