[Editor: A poem published in The Sydney Herald, 4 October 1832.] [Her Dark Blue Eyes] Original Poetry For the Sydney Herald, —— “Ne crede colori.” ———— Virg. Her dark blue eyes, now pouring forth A lustre on the air, Pierc’d as the meteor’s glaring fire, The … [Read more...] about [Her Dark Blue Eyes] [poem, 4 October 1832]
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“London Board!” [poem by Grant Hervey, 27 November 1910]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column, in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA), 27 November 1910.] “London Board!” The London Board is dissatisfied with the results obtained. — Any mining report. Its seal upon the continents, its hand … [Read more...] about “London Board!” [poem by Grant Hervey, 27 November 1910]
The Land Where the Long Liquors Grow [poem by Grant Hervey, 18 January 1903]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA).] The Land Where the Long Liquors Grow. When we’ve wrote the “They Says” with an empty ink vase, and we’ve glanced over the final “revise,” There’s a Land that we … [Read more...] about The Land Where the Long Liquors Grow [poem by Grant Hervey, 18 January 1903]
A Prophetic Pome [poem by Grant Hervey, 18 January 1903]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA).] A Prophetic Pome. I dreamt last night was the twenty-sixth, and John Forrest had just said, “Lo ! Let my scheme arise on its two hind feet ; let my noble … [Read more...] about A Prophetic Pome [poem by Grant Hervey, 18 January 1903]
When Your Brains Are Out On Strike [poem by Grant Hervey, 18 January 1903]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA).] When Your Brains Are Out On Strike. “I am barren of ideas,” sighed the rhymester mid the beers, As he sadly eyed his pewter in pursuit of brilliant thoughts … [Read more...] about When Your Brains Are Out On Strike [poem by Grant Hervey, 18 January 1903]
When Your Hat Blows Off [poem by Grant Hervey, 11 January 1903]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA).] When Your Hat Blows Off. (Memo.— This poem is written in the lining of a valuable “tile” which has just been blown off and gutter-stained beyond repair ; so any … [Read more...] about When Your Hat Blows Off [poem by Grant Hervey, 11 January 1903]
Io ! [poem by Grant Hervey, 11 January 1903]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA).] Io ! The Romans had a Feast Day — A day they called Io ! It was no solemn priest-day, No time of holy woe. It was a time of laughing — No day of psalters … [Read more...] about Io ! [poem by Grant Hervey, 11 January 1903]
When a Man’s Sewing Buttons on his Pants [poem by Grant Hervey, 4 January 1903]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA).] When A Man’s Sewing Buttons On His Pants. (Written at 2 a.m.) ’Tis a grave and solemn moment, free from stir and wordy foment, when the lonely son of woman … [Read more...] about When a Man’s Sewing Buttons on his Pants [poem by Grant Hervey, 4 January 1903]
The Corruption of Angeldom [poem by Grant Hervey, 4 January 1903]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA).] The Corruption of Angeldom It was Cup-time up in heaven and the saints went flying round, Buying new straw crowns and haloes and gay plumage for that same … [Read more...] about The Corruption of Angeldom [poem by Grant Hervey, 4 January 1903]
A Molloy Melody [poem by Grant Hervey, 28 December 1902]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA), 28 December 1902.] A Molloy Melody. Lo, we send a Christmas present to thee, Thomas, in a pleasant, and a gentle, early Christian frame of journalistic … [Read more...] about A Molloy Melody [poem by Grant Hervey, 28 December 1902]
“When a Man’s Rubbed Out” [poem by Grant Hervey, 28 December 1902]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA).] “When a Man’s Rubbed Out.” [The committee shall disqualify, for any period they may think fit, any person who, in their opinion, has been guilty of dishonest, … [Read more...] about “When a Man’s Rubbed Out” [poem by Grant Hervey, 28 December 1902]
Steerage to the West [poem by Grant Hervey, 21 December 1902]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA).] Steerage to the West. (With more-or-less of an apology to Henry Lawson.) Oh, we leave the smellful Yarra and we blunder down the bay, Herded aft like … [Read more...] about Steerage to the West [poem by Grant Hervey, 21 December 1902]
The Hardest Road [poem by Grant Hervey, 21 December 1902]
[Editor: A poem by Grant Hervey, published in his “Cuts and Carvings” column in The Sunday Times (Perth, WA).] The Hardest Road. There are roads whereon you grumble and abuse the blessed track, Saying, “Blast the thing to blazes” ; saying, “damn” and … [Read more...] about The Hardest Road [poem by Grant Hervey, 21 December 1902]
A literary star. Secured by “The Times” [14 December 1902]
[Editor: An announcement about Grant Hervey joining The Sunday Times in Perth, Western Australia.] A literary star. Secured by “The Times.” We have much pleasure in announcing that Mr. Grant Hervey, one of the best- known and most-promising of the younger school of … [Read more...] about A literary star. Secured by “The Times” [14 December 1902]
The Bush Fire [poem by Charles Harpur, 31 March 1851]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] Contributions to Australian literature. (Being leaves from Charles Harpur’s Wild Bee of Australia) No. 2. The Bush Fire “’Tis nine o’clock :— to bed !” cried Egremont, Who, with his youthful household, (for ’tis now Long since) … [Read more...] about The Bush Fire [poem by Charles Harpur, 31 March 1851]
To the Harp of Australia [poem by Charles Harpur, 19 September 1835]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] To the Harp of Australia By C. Harpur. Wild Harp of Australia ! — will none ravish thee From the dark trackless forest the hand unrefin’d, Yea — the savage no more thy sole master shall be, No longer thy lay be but wrote on the … [Read more...] about To the Harp of Australia [poem by Charles Harpur, 19 September 1835]
Memory’s Genesis [poem by Charles Harpur, 10 July 1835]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] Memory’s Genesis. By C. Harper. Few men methinks can look behind, Upon their spring-time of the past, And when compared with it not find, The present but a dreary waste ; And not bewail as Adam might, The Eden he had … [Read more...] about Memory’s Genesis [poem by Charles Harpur, 10 July 1835]
Love’s Memories [poem by Charles Harpur, 12 June 1835]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] Love’s Memories. (By C. Harpur.) I. You tell me, she yet talks of me, And vainly would forget, The features of those days, in which We parted and we met. You tell me she most haunts that grove, Where once with me she … [Read more...] about Love’s Memories [poem by Charles Harpur, 12 June 1835]
To Imagination [poem by Charles Harpur, 9 June 1835]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] To Imagination Enchanting power! whose rich effulgent ray Divine ! (of unfeign’d magic only sphere,) Doth add a fuel to the blaze of day, Burnish the glories of the rolling year ; And fallen nature make, us e’re she fell, appear, … [Read more...] about To Imagination [poem by Charles Harpur, 9 June 1835]
The Broken Heart’s Carouse [poem by Charles Harpur, 2 June 1835]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] The Broken Heart’s Carouse. I. Come Alan I will fill the bowl, And thou shall sing that song of mine ; Which dates the storm that wreck’d my soul, And fits me for the fiery wine. Yea, often may I lift it up — Keen misery hath … [Read more...] about The Broken Heart’s Carouse [poem by Charles Harpur, 2 June 1835]
The Minstrel’s Last Lay [poem by Charles Harpur, 23 May 1835]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] The Minstrel’s Last Lay. I. Yet once again my broken lyre, I strike thy one remaining string ; But not with aught of minstrel fire, Fan’d high by fancy’s wing, That did with all of hope expire ; Or ‘neath contumely’s … [Read more...] about The Minstrel’s Last Lay [poem by Charles Harpur, 23 May 1835]
The Hectic To Her Nurse [poem by Charles Harpur, 22 May 1835]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] The Hectic To Her Nurse. And is it true that he hath ta’en Another to that breast ? On which so late, my cheek hath lain, My trusting heart hath prest ! Was it because my native vale And parents arms for him I left? — or that my … [Read more...] about The Hectic To Her Nurse [poem by Charles Harpur, 22 May 1835]
Verses Occasioned by the Death of a Child of the Measles [poem by Charles Harpur, 12 May 1835]
[Editor: A poem by Charles Harpur.] Verses Occasioned by the Death of a Child of the Measles. And art thou gone ? so early gone ? But yesterday and thou wer’t fresh, As is the breeze the mountains on, Or verdure by the fountain’s gush; A day is past and thou art … [Read more...] about Verses Occasioned by the Death of a Child of the Measles [poem by Charles Harpur, 12 May 1835]
The Wreck [poem by Charles Harpur, 20 December 1833]
[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]
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]