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Charles Harpur's Poetry, by first line

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  • Firm trust of the bold sailor on the shores of sudden storm,
    What strength is in its structure and the fitness of its form!
    20 lines
  • Spirit, that lookest from the starry fold
    Of truth’s white flock, next to thy Milton there
    14 lines
  • Still his little grave she seeketh
    In her mother-sorrow wild,
    24 lines
  • HIS lot how glorious whom the must shall name
    Her first high-priest in this bright southern clime!
    14 lines
  • Never give up, though life be a battle
    Wherein true men may fail, and true causes be sold;
    20 lines
  • By far Euphrates’ stream we state,
    A weary band of herded slaves,
    40 lines
  • Not a bird disturbs the air!
    There is quiet everywhere;
    46 lines, 4 comments
  • First see those ample melons-brindled o'er
    With mingled green and brown is all the rind;
    44 lines
  • A Dealer, bewitched by gain-promising dreams
    Settled down near my Station, to trade with my Teams,
    24 lines
  • A few thin strips of fleecy cloud lies long
    And motionless above the eastern steeps,
    20 lines
  • Far up the River-hark! 'tls the loud shock
    Deadened by distance, of some Fowler's gun:
    49 lines, 1 comment
  • Who sees him walk the street, can scarce forbear
    To question thus his friend, What prig goes there?
    35 lines
  • How I hate those modern Poems
    Vaguer, looser than a dream!
    9 lines
  • My Country, though rude yet, and wild, be thy nature,
    This alone our proud love should beget and command:
    12 lines, 1 comment
  • My country! I am sore at heart for thee!
    An in mine ear, like a storm-heralding breeze,
    14 lines
  • With alien hearts to frame our laws
    And cheat us as of old,
    24 lines, 1 comment
  • Great captain if you will! great Duke! great Slave!
    Great minion of the crown! - but a great man
    28 lines
  • We build but for change and for death,
    To whom a like homage pay glory and shame;
    10 lines
  • One summer morn, out of the sea-waves wild,
    A speck-like Cloud, the season’s fated child,
    74 lines
  • High ’mid the shelves of a grey cliff, that yet
    Riseth in Babylonian mass above,
    23 lines
  • Mark yon runnel, how ’tis flowing,
    Like a sylvan spirit dreaming
    38 lines
  • Of Cora, once so dearly ours,
    Would mournful memory sing;
    56 lines
  • Could we as mortals but our end foresee,
    How little in our minds the world would be;
    6 lines
  • It is the morning star, arising slow
    Out of yon hill’s dark bulk, as she were born
    40 lines
  • When Deborah the prophetess ruled in God’s land,
    And Sisera died under Jael’s fierce hand,
    12 lines
  • Behold an Indian isle, reposed
    Upon the deep’s enamoured breast,
    90 lines
  • It was, I well remember, the merry springtime when
    Young Dora in the eventide came singing up the glen,
    16 lines
  • Thought-weary and sad, I reclined by a fountain
    At the head of a white-cedar-shaded ravine,
    80 lines, 6 comments
  • With a resplendent Eastern bride,
    Like a houri at my side,
    35 lines
  • I was one so deeply drowned,
    That when the drag my body found,
    114 lines
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