The Nevers of Poetry (Charles Harpur Poems)
Never say aught in verse, or grave or gay,That you in prose would hesitate to say.Never in rhyme pretend to ...
Never say aught in verse, or grave or gay,That you in prose would hesitate to say.Never in rhyme pretend to ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
ON REMOVING FROM HER NATIVE VILLAGE. The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill, As standing ...
The golden rays of sunset fall on a snow-clad hill, As standing by my window I gaze there long ...
Still she was fair, although the bloom of youthHad yielded to the hectic of disease,And fever lighted up her brilliant ...
In Magna Obijt Britania Undecimo die Octobris: Awake, my Soul, from abject Thoughts retire,Invoke the sacred Nine to tune thy ...
Twilight falls, hope flees the heart.Temples collapse, things fall apartas day departs.Poisons black, embers red,yellow rage - lights mist and ...
Visions of childhood! oft have ye beguiled Lone manhood's cares, yet waking fondest sighs: Ah! that once more I were ...
JANE.Mamma is displeased and looks very grave, And I own, brother, I was to blameJust now when I told her ...
There is an air of majesty,A bearing dignified and free, About the mountain peaks;Each crag of weather-beaten stonePresents ...
TRUTH is enough for prose: Calmly it goes To tell just what it knows.For verse, skill will suffice— Delicate, nice ...
Somebody please explain, can you help me understand; I've watched the weather radar creep its colours on the screen and ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Since so ye please to hear me plain, And that ye do rejoice my smart, Me list no lenger to ...
He faints with hope and fear. It is the hour. Distant, across the thundering organ-swell, In sweet discord from the ...
(To Mrs. Henry Richards) Isaac and Archibald were two old men. I knew them, and I may have laughed at ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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