Australasia in
certain pulmonary complaints, has acquired the appellation to
the Colonies of `Queensland Asthma Herb'. Nevertheless, it is
by no means endemic in Australasia, for it is a common tropical
weed."
Aua, n. Maori name for a New Zealand fish,
Agonostoma forsteri, Bleek. Another Maori name is
Makawhiti; also called Sea-Mullet and sometimes
Herring; (q.v.). It is abundant also in Tasmanian
estuaries, and is one of the fishes which when dried is called
Picton Herring (q.v.). See also Maray and
Mullet. Agonostoma is a genus of the family
Mugilidae or Grey-Mullets.
Aurora australis, n. the Southern equivalent
for Aurora borealis.
1790. J. White, `Voyage to New South Wales,' p. 214:
"Sept. 5, 1788. About half after six in the evening, we saw an
Aurora Australis, a phenomenon uncommon in the southern
hemisphere."
Austral, adj. "Belonging to the South,
Southern. Lat. Australis, from auster,
south-wind." (`O.E.D.') The word is rarely used in Australasia
in its primary sense, but now as equivalent to Australian or
Australasian.
1823. Wentworth's Cambridge poem on `Australasia':
"And grant that yet an Austral Milton's song,
Pactolus-like, flow deep and rich along,
An Austral Shakespeare rise, whose living page
To Nature true may charm in every age;
And that an Austral Pindar daring soar,
Where not the Theban Eagle reach'd before."
1825. Barron Field, `First Fruits of Australian Poetry,' Motto in
Geographical Memoir of New South Wales, p. 485:
"I first adventure. Follow me who list;
And be the second Austral harmonist."
Adapted from Bishop Hall.
1845. R. Howitt, `Australia,' p. 184:
"For this, midst Austral wilds I waken
Our British harp, feel whence I come,
Queen of the sea, too long forsaken,
Queen of the soul, my spirit's home."--Alien Song.
1855. W. Howitt, `Two Years in Victoria,' vol. i. p. 43:
"Every servant in this Austral Utopia thinks himself a
gentleman."
1868. C. Harpur, `Poems' (ed. 1883), p. 215:
"How oft, in Austral woods, the parting day
Has gone through western golden gates away."
1879. J. B. O'Hara, `Songs of the South,' p. 127:
"What though no weird and legendary lore
Invests our young, our golden Austral shore
With that romance the poet loves too well,
When Inspiration breathes her magi
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