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    "Stella Australis": Poems, verses and prose fragments
    "Stella Australis": Poems, verses and prose fragments
    "Stella Australis": Poems, verses and prose fragments
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    "Stella Australis": Poems, verses and prose fragments

    By E.‏ Coungeau

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    "Stella Australis" by E. Coungeau is a collection of lovely poems on a variety of different topics, from the death of King Edward, to the brotherhood of man, and a lonely grave. Excerpt: "A nation's soul had hung with bated breath Upon two fateful words: 'Twas Life or Death. The King is dead! Low lies that royal head; Death's seal is pressed on that cold marble brow, Free from all sorrow now. He is at rest: The King is dead! And she, whom he adored, is stricken low; Nor tears, nor loving words, avail him now. The King is dead!"
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    Release dateNov 21, 2022
    ISBN8596547409878
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      "Stella Australis" - E.‏ Coungeau

      E.‏ Coungeau

      Stella Australis: Poems, verses and prose fragments

      EAN 8596547409878

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: [email protected]

      Table of Contents

      Preface.

      Poems and Verses

      LE ROI EST MORT.

      TO AUSTRALIA.

      PEACE.

      HOPE.

      TO SELENE.

      IF I MIGHT CHOOSE.

      QUEENSLAND PIONEERS.

      IBRAHIM PASHA AT SCUTARI.

      LOSS OF THE YONGALA.

      THE KING

      THE BROTHERHOOD OF MAN.

      ISODORE.

      CLEVELAND, Q.

      THE HAUNTED CHAIR.

      A LONELY GRAVE.

      THE SEVEN AGES OF WOMAN.

      THE LOSS OF THE TITANIC.

      A SONG OF AUSTRALIA.

      TO A CHILD.

      THE GLASSHOUSE MOUNTAINS, QUEENSLAND.

      AUSTRALIA’S DESTINY.

      EVOLUTION.

      LOVE’S REVERIE.

      TO THE ROSE.

      IN MEMORIAM. CAPTAIN SCOTT AND COMRADES WHO PERISHED IN ANTARCTICA.

      AUSTRAL’S HEROES.

      LIFE’S DUTY.

      THE TEMPLE OF THE YEARS.

      THE WEAVERS.

      THE JACARANDA.

      WHERE ALL IS UNDERSTOOD.

      REMEMBER.

      THE QUEST.

      THE MUSE.

      IN MEMORIAM. BISHOP WEBBER.

      AT EVENTIDE.

      AUTUMN.

      TO SLEEP.

      WHAT IS MAN?

      THE BLUE MOUNTAINS, NEW SOUTH WALES.

      THE POET LAUREATE. ALFRED AUSTIN.

      MOUNT TAMBOURINE, QUEENSLAND.

      DREAMS.

      AUSTRALIA TO THE EMPIRE MOTHER.

      YOUTH AND AGE.

      IMAGINATION.

      AN AUSTRALIAN REVERIE.

      THE VOICE OF SONG.

      ALIENATION.

      AT NIGHT.

      THE WATTLE.

      AUSTRAL’S SONG.

      I KNOW NOT.

      MOBILITE.

      MUSIC.

      THE CITY OF THE VIOLET CROWN.

      AURELLE.

      THE TALE OF THE GREAT WHITE PLAINS.

      AN AUSTRALIAN HYMN.

      GOD’S GIFT.

      BECAUSE OF THEE.

      THE LEGEND OF OSYTH’S WOOD. [ To W. Richer. ]

      MOUNT GAMBIER, SOUTH AUSTRALIA.

      Prose Fragments

      SCENTS AND THE PAST. A STRONG CONNECTING LINK.

      MALTA. JUST A GLIMPSE.

      SMYRNA.

      THE PORTS OF PALESTINE.

      THE IVORY TEMPLE. FOR AUSTRALIAN WOMEN.

      THE LITTLE CHILDREN. MAKING GOOD CITIZENS.

      MUSIC. ——— ITS MAGNETIC CHARM. ——— AUSTRALIA A MUSICAL COUNTRY.

      MAN AND HIS DRESS.

      SO LONG AGO. [ To C——. Thomson. ]

      Preface.

      Table of Contents

      THE raison d’être of this small work was suggested to me at the time of the lamented death of King Edward of happy memory. I essayed to mark the date of his decease by writing a few lines in commemoration of the event, and from that time forward I have felt a desire to express my thoughts in verse, with the hope that Queenslanders, no less than others, may see beauty in everything God has made. I am conscious there are many defects, and ask the leniency of my readers.

      I would here acknowledge the kindness and courtesy of The Brisbane Courier for the production of my efforts in their valuable journal, which encourages me to trust that some little pleasure may be derived from their perusal. Such is the earnest wish of the Authoress.

      Poems and Verses

      Table of Contents

      LE ROI EST MORT.

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      A nation’s soul had hung with bated breath

      Upon two fateful words: ’Twas Life or Death.

      The King is dead!

      Low lies that royal head; Death’s seal is pressed on that cold marble brow,

      Free from all sorrow now. He is at rest:

      The King is dead!

      And she, whom he adored, is stricken low;

      Nor tears, nor loving words, avail him now.

      The King is dead!

      Swifter than morning lights his soul hath

      Winged its flight beyond the stars.

      The King is dead!

      Earth’s nations bow the head in mutest grief

      For this: The Royal dead who sleeps beneath yon pall.

      The King is dead!

      Life’s pageantry is o’er; nor pomp, nor cavalcades disturb him more.

      The King is dead!

      Upon that stately bier reposeth now

      All that remains so dear, whom millions knew.

      The King is dead!

      O Angels, waft him home!

      O Lord of Life and Death,

      Thy will be done!

      The King is dead!

      And yet, he lives again! his son doth

      Him succeed!

      God bless his reign!

      TO AUSTRALIA.

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      Stella Australis! who with matchless grace

      Riseth like Aphrodité from the ocean’s foam,

      With dawn resplendent in thy smiling face

      And tresses flung to the wild breezes of thy home.

      Brilliant the gems thy bosom fair adorning,

      Rich run thy veins with golden treasure down;

      Thy girdle formed of pearls fair, as the morning,

      The starry Southern Cross thy peerless crown.

      The silver rills thy rocky slopes o’erflowing,

      The thunders of thy falls go rushing o’er

      To join the tree-fringed rivers in their going

      Down to the briny deep of Neptune’s floor.

      And Kosciusko towers in mighty solitude,

      Poising her regal head toward the sky,

      And ’mid the vast silence of her altitude

      Views undisturbed the storm clouds passing by.

      Thy subterranean rivers are unsounded,

      The golden corn is quivering on thy plain,

      Thy depths are stored with mineral wealth unbounded,

      The fame of which hath crossed the sounding main.

      And thou dost stand, thine arms outstretched with pleasure,

      To greet thy friends from that dear Motherland,

      To welcome them and give them of thy treasure,

      The wealth of ages which thou can’st command—

      Of ages when thy central seas became

      Haunts of primeval monsters of the deep;

      When thy volcanoes belched their sulphurous flame,

      And covered all with an eternal sleep,

      But thou art waking now, thou great Australia;

      Thou art an empire of thy very self,

      A trinity of oceans thee embraces,

      And crowns thee Empress of one Commonwealth.

      Oh, may our Empire-builders faithful be,

      Basing thy pillars’ vast foundations’ might

      Firm on the rock of justice, truth, and liberty,

      Leading thy people upward to the light.

      PEACE.

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      Would that I had the muse’s lyre,

      The poet’s gift, and warm desire

      To cleave the heights to glory’s fame;

      From mountain pinnacles proclaim—

      Peace, universal peace.

      I’d string my lute, and make the chords

      Echo my heart’s deep burning words;

      And bid the nations contemplatively

      To vibrate to the grandest harmony—

      The song of peace.

      For nations rise, and nations fall;

      Battles are fought, and over all

      Death’s wings, their shadowy darkness spread

      With woe and terror, fraught with dread

      To all mankind.

      Where are the ruins of magnificence

      Which the grim demon war has overthrown?

      Where are the hanging gardens of Semiramis

      When Babylonian maids their glances threw

      Upon their bloom?

      Egypt and Carthage, Greece and Rome havepassed

      In long procession down the stream of Time;

      The sands of centuries o’er them are cast.

      Gone are those mighty cities at whose shrine

      Knelt luxury and vice.

      And in their train came war with cruel knife,

      Creating widows, pestilence and death;

      And man against his brother in the strife

      Fell ’neath the devastating monster’s breath,

      His blood the price.

      Then speed the day when the white dove of peace,

      With

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