Charles Harpur (Henry Kendall Poems)
Where Harpur lies, the rainy streams, And wet hill-heads, and hollows weeping,Are swift with wind, and white with gleams, And hoarse with ...
Where Harpur lies, the rainy streams, And wet hill-heads, and hollows weeping,Are swift with wind, and white with gleams, And hoarse with ...
It is a sweet tradition, with a soulOf tenderest pathos! Hearken, love!—for allThe sacred undercurrents of the heartThrill to its ...
In the same dream I am lying in the hollow of a boat, My forehead and eyes against the curved ...
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