Archibald Thomas Strong
Archibald Thomas Strong was an Australian scholar and poet.
Strong was born at South Yarra, Melbourne, the son of Professor Herbert Strong, professor of classics at the University of Melbourne, and his wife Helen Campbell, née Edmiston.
Strong and his family moved to Liverpool, England in 1883 when Prof. Herbert Strong became professor of Latin at University College, Liverpool. Archibald was educated at Sedbergh School and University College, Liverpool where he graduated B.A. in 1896 with first-class honours in classics. Strong then went to Magdalen College, Oxford, however a long illness prevented any possibility of a first in "Greats". ... more »
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Archibald Thomas Strong Poems
ALL the first night she might not weep But watched till morning came, And when she slept at dawn, she heard The dead man call her name.
Australia to England
By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done, By all the life blood spilt to serve Thy need, By all the fettered lives Thy touch hath freed, By all Thy dream in us anew begun;
Sonnets of the Empire:Gloriana’s England
Forth sped thy gallant sailors, blithe and free, Fearing nor foeman’s hate, nor iron clime, Nor Lima’s flame, nor Plata’s fever-slime,
Sonnets of the Empire: Australia to Engl...
By all the deeds to Thy dear glory done, By all the life blood spilt to serve Thy need, By all the fettered lives Thy touch hath freed,
LADY of Sorrow! What though laughing blue, Thy sister, mock men’s anguish, and the sun Glare like a wrathful judge on many a one That longs for night his bitter shame to rue,
Sonnets of the Empire: Australia 1914
The Night is thick with storm and driving cloud, Lurid at instants through the blackness break Quick gleams of war across the perilous lake
Sonnets of the Empire: Hawk
Great sea dog, fighter in the great old way! What though thy ships were tinder, and the pest Rotted thy ruffian crews that need had prest,
Sonnets of the Empire: Dawn at Liverpool
The Sunlight laughs along the serried stone About whose feet the wastrel tide runs free; Light lie the shipmasts, fairy-like to see,
Sonnets of the Empire:Australia, 1902
Gallant is Spring along thy laughing hills, With wattle’s loveliest scent and gleam of gold, When the good rain hath quickened all thy mould,
Sonnets of the Empire: Nelson
White soul of England’s glory, sovereign star! Ne’er shall disaster beat her down, nor shame, While still she sees thee by the leaping flame
Sonnets of the Empire: Australia 1905
Careless she lies along the Southern Main, The lovely maiden, wanton with the spell Of sun and vastness and the ocean swell:
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ALL the first night she might not weep
But watched till morning came,
And when she slept at dawn, she heard
The dead man call her name.
The second night she watched and wept
And called on death for grace,
And when she slept before the dawn
She saw the dead man’s face.
The third night through she laughed as one
That knows her way to bliss,
And in the instant ere she slept
She felt the dead man’s kiss.
She rose and faced the flickering fire
(And oh, but she was fair!), ...