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 ...
I dreamt my little boys were dead And I was sitting wild and lone;On closed unmoving knees my head ...
Who hath lain him underneath A lone oak by a lonely stream;He hath heard an utterance breathe Sadder ...
MINE heart is heavy with an ancient sorrow, My brain is aching with a clinging grief,And if ...
Little, perhaps, thou valuest verse of mine- Little hast read of what my hand has wrought,Yet I ...
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