[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] The Wreck Her sails are furled, and she lies along, A dark still hulk upon the tide, Down from the yards the sailors throng Then on the deck in silence glide; Whilst dread each brow is clouding, And dead the voice of mirth, For … [Read more...] about The Wreck [poem by Charles Harpur, 20 December 1833]
Charles Harpur (author) (1813-1868)
This Southern Land of Ours [poem by Charles Harpur, ca. 1863]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] This Southern Land of Ours With alien hearts to frame our laws And cheat us as of old, In vain our soil is rich, in vain ’Tis seamed with virgin gold: But the present only yields us nought, The future only lours Till we dare to be … [Read more...] about This Southern Land of Ours [poem by Charles Harpur, ca. 1863]
Epitaph for a Sailor [poem by Charles Harpur, 4 November 1846]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] XXXIV. Epitaph for a Sailor In Port at last ! Around HIS Bark no more The wave shall threaten, or the tempest roar. None ever voyaged the wild sea of Life Less rudened by its danger, toil, and strife. A Man he was in every manly … [Read more...] about Epitaph for a Sailor [poem by Charles Harpur, 4 November 1846]
The Tree of Liberty [poem by Charles Harpur, 4 November 1846]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] XXXV. The Tree of Liberty (A Song for the Future.) We’ll plant the Tree of Liberty In the centre of the Land, And round it ranged as Guardians be A vowed and trusty band ; And Sages bold and mighty-souled Shall dress it … [Read more...] about The Tree of Liberty [poem by Charles Harpur, 4 November 1846]