The Ideal (Charles Harpur Poems)
Spirit of Dreams! When many a toilsome heightShut paradise from exiled Adam's sight,Two wedded powers were given thenceforth to strayOn ...
Spirit of Dreams! When many a toilsome heightShut paradise from exiled Adam's sight,Two wedded powers were given thenceforth to strayOn ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
TO FLORA. I.Hear, lovely Chloris, while we sing to thee!Thou restest now beneath some shady tree,Near a swift brook, upon ...
TO HERMES. I.Hear, white-winged Messenger! If thy swift feetLoiter within Heaven's starry walls, where meetThe Gods, their nectar daintily to ...
'TWIXT ancient Beersheba and Dan Another such a caravan Dazed Palestine had never seen As that which bore Sabea's queen ...
There were thick leaves above me and around, And low sweet sighs like those of childhood's sleep,Amidst their dimness, and ...
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,Beside a fount of Araby;It was not fann'd by southern breezeIn some green isle ...
I hate men.I can't abide 'em even now and then.Than ever marry one of them, I'd rest a virgin rather,For ...
O Blest unfabled Incense Tree,That burns in glorious Araby,With red scent chalicing the air,Till earth-life grow Elysian there!Half buried to ...
Birds, joyous birds of the wandering wing!Whence is it ye come with the flowers of spring?–"We come from the shores ...
The seven fleets of Venice Set sail across the sea For Cyprus and for Trebizond Ayoub and Araby. Their gonfalons ...
Away, away, my barb and I,As free as wave, as fleet as wind,We sweep the sands of Araby,And leave a ...
O BLEST unfabled Incense Tree, That burns in glorious Araby, With red scent chalicing the air, Till earth-life grow Elysian ...
A star that I love, The sea, and I, Spake together across the night. "Have ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
God made the wicked Grocer For a mystery and a sign, That men might shun the awful shops And go ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
At dusk, when lowlands where dark waters glide Robe in gray mist, and through the greening hills The hoot-owl calls ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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