Frank Samuel Williamson
Frank Samuel Williamson (19 January 1865 – 6 February 1936) was an Australian poet.
Williamson was born in Melbourne and educated at Scotch College, Melbourne. He was a secondary school teacher in Melbourne and Sydney, but occasional bouts of intemperance made it difficult for him to keep his positions. He had the reputation of being an excellent master, especially in English. In later ... more »
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Frank Samuel Williamson Poems
Lulled by song of bird, and wind, melodies of seas; Waiting for the white man's foot, through the centuries, Pent in solitudes enchanted, dreamed the mighty trees.
The Magpie's Song
Where the dreaming Tiber wanders by the haunted Appian Way, Lo! the nightingale is uttering a sorrow-burdened lay
The Miner's Grave
His comrades bore him to the grave, In column moving slow, With pomp their faithful subjects gave To monarchs long ago.
She Comes as Comes the Summer Night
I She comes as comes the summer night, Violet, perfumed, clad with stars, To heal the eyes hurt by the light Flung by Day's brandish'd scimitars.
Music makes for beauty moan, For the lovely Spring o'erthrown. For the Capeweed glory set, And the mouldered violet.
Love in the South
The opal-sandalled Morn and Spring Go singing hand in hand, Their sister voices sweetly ring Across a perfumed land;
Dew upon the robin as he lilts there, on the thorn, Jewel on a scarlet breast a fleeting moment worn, And suddenly by fairy hands into blue heaven drawn.
Mist and Moon
Why should the mist rise from the stream. A lyric on its bars! And steal from every wave the gleam, Begot by lover stars.
I seemed a waste of weary land, Lone, grey, forsaken by the sea, The keen sun smote my naked sand, The sultry wind made sport of me.
The Swagman, or In Exile
Long I've watched the eagle soaring, and the sun his colours pouring, Till they fill the vale below me, as though with purple wine;
Dear flag! Old flag! O, the blue and white, Floating in the years long gone, How our pulses beat,
Before the Boat Race
There's a tumult in the distance, and a warsong in the air, Where the foemen in their galleys, for another fight prepare, For they whisper in the country, and they noise it in the town,
A Gippsland Morning in Early Spring
Grey ashes of a crimson flower Beneath the cedar shed, The fire, that bloomed in Night's dark bower, No more may raise its head.
The Spring Wind
A breeze comes past me singing, and a white cloud slow is swinging, Like a poppy that is parting from a slender hidden stem.
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Lulled by song of bird, and wind, melodies of seas;
Waiting for the white man's foot, through the centuries,
Pent in solitudes enchanted, dreamed the mighty trees.
Empires blazed like forest fires, then in darkness fell.
Other shores and Eldorados drew the caravel,
Till the sound of English voices broke the slumber spell.
Singing now by fallen Rome, under Grecian sky,
Waving where Thermopylae, saw the heroes die.
Roaming where young Helen trod, in her girlish joy,
Ere the gods in battle joined on the plains of Troy.
Wandering where paladins rode with ...