The Creek of the Four Graves [Late Version] (Charles Harpur Poems)
A settler in the olden times went forthWith four of his most bold and trusted menInto the wilderness-went forth to ...
A settler in the olden times went forthWith four of his most bold and trusted menInto the wilderness-went forth to ...
A DialogueMark:So, Maurice, you sail to-morrow, you say? And you may or may not return?Be sociable, man! for once in ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The National Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
Let me lie upon the heather Where the heath fowl have abode,In my hand the open Bible, On my lip ...
Night was new-throned in heaven, and we did rove Together in the cool and shadowless haze ...
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drinkNor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet a ...
When the coal Gave out, we began Burning the books, one by one; First the set Of Bulwer-Lytton And then ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a ...
Broad smile in my soul as parka was replaced with a polo And white on white with greens and garish ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
â?"Thass a funny title, Mr Bones. â?"When down she saw her feet, sweet fish, on the threshold, she considered her ...
Nightfall, that saw the morning-glories float Tendril and string against the crumbling wall, Nurses him now, his skeleton for grief, ...
And did young Stephen sicken, And did young Stephen die? And did the sad hearts thicken, And did the mourners ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Love is not all: it is not meat nor drink Nor slumber nor a roof against the rain; Nor yet ...
Read by the poet at The Public Ceremonial of The Naional Institute of Arts and Letters at Carnegie Hall, New ...
I walk among the rows of bowed heads-- the children are sleeping through fourth grade so as to be ready ...
Seven years ago I went into the High Sierras stunned by the desire to die. For hours I stared into ...
Something has fallen wordlessly and holds still on the black driveway. You find it, like a jewel, among the empty ...
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