Poems by Charles Harpur
Mary Arden
... Shade of Shakespeares mother, tell me! ...
Description of a Tropical Island
... There, too, what birds on plain and mountain, ...
The Creek of the Four Graves [Early Version]
... And as they supped, birds of new shape and plume ...
Hope On
... The flowers will come again with spring: ...
Joshua
... Yon cave Hides them in vain, or hides them only as their grave ...
Music
... And all his hopes breathe the worlds breathto die! ...
Records of Romantic Passion
... Or round it stirrd such dangers as oerdrove ...
The Hunter's Indian Dove
... Wholl pity, wholl comfort the dark wood-dove ...
The Babylonian Captivity
... Their mastery oer the sounding string! ...
Poetry and Prose
... Nor in subject, nor treatment, nor passion it bides ...
Wellington
... An Irishman, Who for a hireling's meed and ministry, ...
Dora
... Till methought the old-faced hills at looked as they were happy too ...
The Tree of Liberty
... By gold twas felled as bards have held ...
To the Moon [Earlier Version]
... Chased with pale beam the glooms that swathed the infant Earth ...
This Southern Land of Ours
... But we'll yet have men, - like Cromwell, ...
