- Dreams
- Lethe
- Love-Laurel (In Memory of Henry Kendall)
- A Vision of Youth
- Aphrodite
- The Rajah's Sapphires
- The Cruise of the IN MEMORIAM
- In a Wine Cellar
- A-Roving
- Brunette
- Years Ago
- Villanelle
- The Voice of the Soul
- Cares
- Ponce De Leon
- Death
- Life
- Christmas in Australia
- Questions
- The Gods
- The Gleaner
- Love
- Passion Flower
- To My Lady
- The Hawthorn
- Spring Dirge
- Her Last Day
- Sunset
- Years After
- "Unto this Last"
- The Nightingale
- The Two Keys
- Lachesis
- Symbols
- At the Opera
- Neæra's Wreath
- Camilla
- Sixty to Sixteen
- Bouquet and Bracelet
- Cupid's Funeral
- The First of May
- A Ghost
- Even So
- Song — "What Shall a Man Remember?"
- A Sunset Fantasy
- Poppies
- Amaranth
- The Little People
- A King in Exile
- Tamerlane
- The Dead Child
- In Memory of an Actress
- The River Maiden
- A Picture
- Sea-Gifts
- Day and Night
- The Poet Care
- Voices
- The Ascetic
- The Serpent's Legacy
- His Soul
- The Dream of Margaret
- The Martyr
- His Mate
- The Old Wife and the New
- A Christmas Eve
- Night
Victor Daley, then a happy, wondering Irish lad, drifted out to Australia. His head was full of old tunes and fragments of poetry; his pocket was nearly empty. The sunshine and freedom of Australia delighted him, and, in careless, vagabond fashion he enjoyed the fleeting pleasures of the day with little thought of the morrow. A good companion, " a fellow of infinite jest," life to him was a gallant spectacle, which he loved to look at and did not take seriously. Worldly success never tempted him, for he was a Bohemian by birth; but he was also descendant of a bardic sept, and he wanted to be a poet. So he wrote verses charged with the melancholy regret of the Celt for vanished glories and the beauty of remote things, dainty opalescent lyrics with hints of fairy music, witty and ironic verse on passing events, and, occasionally, prose sketches. When the pressure of hard realities brought sorrow into his life he wrote more gaily and vigorously than ever. For twenty years or more he charmed a large number of readers. In this thinly-peopled continent the makers of verse are numerous, and though Daley never appealed to so large an audience as the ballad writers, he was the writer best beloved of the writing clan. - Summary by Summary from Wine and Roses
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