Arthur Maquarie was born in Dubbo, NSW, as Arthur Frank Macquarie Mullens, later changed his name by deed poll. After graduating from the University of Sydney in 1895 he worked in England as a freelance writer, in Italy as a teacher of English, and also lived in France and Spain; he was active in the Royal Society of Literature and organised the British committee which promoted intellectual harmony among the Allies in the First World War. He wrote several plays on medieval subjects and several volumes of lyrical verse, but is most significant for the assistance he provided to Henry Lawson in London in 1900-1; as well as writing articles about Lawson which helped introduce him to literary ... more »
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Arthur Maquarie Poems
The yellow poplar leaves have strown Thy quiet mound, thou slumberest Where winter's winds will be unknown; So deep thy rest,
Of Taking Things Easy
TELL me what boots to battle, when the end Is foreseen failure? What, by heaven, I ask— By bearded martyrs, and the holy cask Of papal comfort, what can struggle lend
MIRROR of the trackless sky, Priestess of its changing mood, Ere thy shores were piled on high Thou didst feel God’s Spirit brood;
IF the woodland and the heath, And the hedgerows thick with may, And the weed-flowers underneath, And the clambering honey-sheath,
WHO will persuade me that one perfect song Is not more glorious than a victor’s bays? I know not who. I ask because the phrase Runs lightly and the final words are strong.
LOVERS, are you faring forth? Will you seek the icy north? Are you steering by the sun? Where you journey there is none
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The yellow poplar leaves have strown
Thy quiet mound, thou slumberest
Where winter's winds will be unknown;
So deep thy rest,
So deep thy rest.
Sleep on, my love, thy dreams are sweet,
If thou hast dreams: the flowers I brought
I lay aside for passing feet,
Thou needest nought,
Thou needest, needest nought.
The grapes are gather'd from the hills,
The wood is piled, the song bird gone,
The breath of early evening chills;
My love, my love, sleep on;
My love, my love, sleep on