Poems by Charles Harpur
The Verse of Coleridges Christobel
... But what The Wonder-World it warbles through ...
Regret
... One thought of his towards this may native isle ...
Forward Ho!
... And doubt not, the earth that has grown old in sorrow ...
Ned Connor
... You but slew Those whod have done, each hell-black one, ...
A Love-Fancy
... That thickened round, at the wild stars to gaze ...
A Basket of Summer Fruit
... Here too are figs, pears, apples (plucked in haste ...
Morning
... Breathes from vine clumps in the moist dells appearing, ...
Downward, Through The Blooming Roofage
... Downward, through the blooming roofage ...
Wordsworth
... How in his verse, each picture-pregnant phrase ...
Coleridge's Cristabel
... Where some willowy shade hangs bending ...
Finality
... Is all the Past makes mineand still ...
Modern Poetry
... Only, to some held-back theme! ...
Life and Death
... But Times one drop twixt that and this, ...
'On nerveless, tuneless lines how sadly'
... While blank verse oft is mere prose madly ...
The Tower of the Dream
... Turning then Her bright face towards me, as I stood entranced, ...
