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 ...
I VERSE a Settler's Tale of the old times,-One told me by our friend, the kindly sage,Old Egremont, who then ...
I.I stand in thought beside my father's grave:The grave of one who, in his old age, diedToo late perhaps, since ...
'TIS nine o'clock:-to bed! cried Egremont,Who with his youthful household (for 'tis nowLong since) inhabited a lonely homeIn the Australian ...
Standing alone, a study in itself,How Shakespeare's volume glorifies my shelf!For thence his spirit forth on mine has shined,Like a ...
Never say aught in verse, or grave or gay,That you in prose would hesitate to say.Never in rhyme pretend to ...
Fit winding-sheet for thee Was the upheaving eternal sea,Fit dirge the tempest's slave-alarming roll ...
Behold an Indian isle, reposedUpon the deep's enamoured breast,Even like a royal bride, be-rosedWith passion in her happy rest.Or, when ...
A HEAVY and desolate sense of life Is all the Past makes mine-and stillA cold contempt of ...
I hear thee, echo! And I start to hear thee With a strange shock, as from among the hillsThy ...
I dreamt my little boys were dead And I was sitting wild and lone;On closed unmoving knees my head ...
Thy purpose, heavenly stranger, who may tellBut Him, who linked thee to the starry whole?Wherefore, in this our darkness, be ...
First see those ample melons-brindled o'erWith mingled green and brown is all the rind;For they are ripe, and mealy at ...
WE'LL PLANT a Tree of Liberty In the centre of the land,And round it ranged as guardians ...
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 ...
It is the morning star, arising slowOut of yon hill's dark bulk, as she were bornOf its desire for day; ...
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 ...
When a simple English maiden, Nested warm in Wilmicote,Sang forth like a lark uprising Heavenward with its morning ...
It was, I well remember, the merry springtime whenYoung Dora in the eventide came singing up the glen,And the song ...
My work is finished that has been to me My only solace for this many a day.But ...
Deep trust in God-for that I still have sought Through all the grim doubts that bemock the ...
'Tis the early summer season, when the skies are clear and blue;When wide warm fields are glad with corn as ...
Words are deeds. The words we hearMay revolutionize or rearA mighty state. The words we readMay be a spiritual deedExcelling ...
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