The Bush Fire (Charles Harpur Poems)
'TIS nine o'clock:-to bed! cried Egremont,Who with his youthful household (for 'tis nowLong since) inhabited a lonely homeIn the Australian ...
'TIS nine o'clock:-to bed! cried Egremont,Who with his youthful household (for 'tis nowLong since) inhabited a lonely homeIn the Australian ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table-The girl with golden hair-'The purpling body lies on the polished marble.We open ...
Before me,On either side of me,I see sand.If I turn the corner of my house,I see sand,Long, brownLines and levels ...
'Twas no illusion; from the Past the veil was rent away;The tide that never changes ebbed, and bore me to ...
Wise was the word the wise man spake, who said,"Angelo was the only man to whom God gaveFour souls,"—the soul ...
On dashed my four steeds, without halt, without stay, Though toilsome and winding from Chow was the way. I wished ...
They grouped together about the chief, And each man looked on his fate, Should ever the sound of a restless ...
I saw the beauty go,The beauty that, in a streamFlowed through the breadth of the landLike the fenceless foot of ...
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
Those bless?d structures, plot and rhyme-- why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, ...
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
Earliest morning, switching all the tracks that cross the sky from cinder star to star, coupling the ends of streets ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
At break of day the College Portress came: She brought us Academic silks, in hue The lilac, with a silken ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
The Elders of the Tribe were grouped And squatted in the Council Cave; They seemed to be extremely pooped, And ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
What the Carpenter Said THE moon's a cottage with a door. Some folks can see it plain. Look, you may ...
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