Poems by Charles Harpur
The Anchor
... Old oceans bed-rock gripping, with the hurricanes tug twill cope, ...
The Home of Peace
... There, too, there, to fray the stranger ...
The Battle of Life
... Fight on, let your life-blood be poured out like water ...
Dawn in the Mountains
... Long before The sun himself is seen, off towards the west ...
Dawn and Sunrise in the Snowy Mountains
... Dipt all in crimson streaked with pink and gold ...
The Drunkard
... High hopes, and glorious aims, were still a voice of truth ...
Gray
... Of numbers;these are the prime charms of Gray ...
To
... Or bright or dark through theethis missive says ...
Never Mind
... And though pygmies high placed in our councils yet fool us, ...
The Drowned Alive
... While through my unclenched teeth the wave ...
The Vision of the Rock
... I sought our camp-fires glow, deep in the darkening vale ...
To the Rev. John Saunders on his Departure for England
... With earthlier ardours, perilous, though bright, ...
The Past
... Still it floweth through my thoughts ...
The Death Of Shelley
... Shall learn therefrom how gnomelike are spirits freedom-blind, ...
My Political Belief
... Choosing or chosen, but live unto thy blame! ...
