[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 wind. Tho’ the […]

[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 lost. Yet ’tis a melancholy sweet, To sit […]

[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 strayed! And cherishes each bower which […]

[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, Tho’ doom’d a homeless wanderer to be, I’ll […]