Love Sonnets (Charles Harpur Poems)
How beautiful doth the morning rise O'er the hills, as from her bower a bride ...
How beautiful doth the morning rise O'er the hills, as from her bower a bride ...
AN ARMENIAN LEGEND'Tis sunset, and the wind is blowing fair;Her anchor soon the good ship will be weighing,Toward the cross ...
Not yet the thirtieth year, the thirtiethStation where time reverses his light heelsTo rim both ways, and makes of forward ...
Voici venir les temps o? vibrant sur sa tigeChaque fleur s'?vapore ainsi qu'un encensoir;Les sons et les parfums tournent dans ...
Thou glorious lamp of Space! Thou that dost flood The void of heaven with brightness! in thy glow Unnumbered worlds, ...
Upon a bough, in a neglected spot, I heard a thrush to-day Pour wondrous minor music from his throat To ...
Ho! ye who at the anvil toil,And strike the sounding blow,Where from the burning iron's breastThe sparks fly to and ...
There was a ship, one eve autumnal, onwardSteer'd o'er an ocean lake,Steer'd by some strong hand ever as if sunward:Behind, ...
I "Now give us lands where the olives grow," Cried the North to the South, "Where the sun with a ...
UNDER the flaming wings of cherubim I moved toward that high altar. O, the hour! And the light waxed ...
Dies Dominica! the sunshine burnsstrong incense on the breathing fields of morn:lucid, intense, all colour towards it yearnsthat souls of ...
Even as the moon grows queenlier in mid-spaceWhen the sky darkens, and her cloud-rapt carThrills with intenser radiance from afar,-So ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
You are a rose, but set with sharpest spine; You are a pretty bird that pecks at me; You are ...
The Sun, who never stops to dine, Two hours had pass'd the mid-way line, And driving at his usual rate, ...
I O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
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