Fragments from ‘Genius Lost’ (Charles Harpur Poems)
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
A settler in the olden times went forthWith four of his most bold and trusted menInto the wilderness-went forth to ...
I VERSE a Settler's Tale of the old times,-One told me by our friend, the kindly sage,Old Egremont, who then ...
I SATE upon a lonely peak, A backwood river's course to view, ...
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
How beautiful doth the morning rise O'er the hills, as from her bower a bride ...
'TIS nine o'clock:-to bed! cried Egremont,Who with his youthful household (for 'tis nowLong since) inhabited a lonely homeIn the Australian ...
Spirit of Dreams! When many a toilsome heightShut paradise from exiled Adam's sight,Two wedded powers were given thenceforth to strayOn ...
Never say aught in verse, or grave or gay,That you in prose would hesitate to say.Never in rhyme pretend to ...
With musing mind I watch thee steal Above those envious clouds that hid ...
Standing alone, a study in itself,How Shakespeare's volume glorifies my shelf!For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined,Like a ...
WITH silent step behold her steal Over those envious clouds that hidTill now her face, then stand-a seal ...
I was one so deeply drowned,That when the drag my body found,Twas void of motion, void of breath,And to sensation ...
One summer morn, out of the sea-waves wild,A speck-like Cloud, the season's fated child,Came softly floating up the boundless sky,And ...
Yet do not thou forsake me now, Poesy, with Peace-together!Ere this last disastrous blowDid lay my struggling fortunes low,In ...
Have the blasts of sorrow worn thee,Have the rocks of danger torn thee,And thus shifted, wreck-like drifted,Wouldst thou find a ...
By far Euphrates' stream we state, A weary band of herded slaves,And over Judah's fallen estate We wept ...
When a simple English maiden, Nested warm in Wilmicote,Sang forth like a lark uprising Heavenward with its morning ...
Disease was lurking in the cup!Disastrous folly mantling there!For promised joys he quaffed it up-And his were ruin and despair!Yes-so ...
Still his little grave she seeketh In her mother-sorrow wild,Hush! While in her heart she speaketh To the ...
MINE heart is heavy with an ancient sorrow, My brain is aching with a clinging grief,And if ...
A POWER is stirring-a broad light has shone Amid the nation's-in the wilderness Of ...
HER IMAGE haunts me. Lo! I muse at even, And straight it gathers from the gloom to make ...
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