Charles Harpur was an Australian poet.
Harpur was born at Windsor, New South Wales, the third child of Joseph Harpur — originally from Kinsale, County Cork, Ireland, parish clerk and master of the Windsor district school — and Sarah, née Chidley (from Somerset; both had been transported.) Harpur received his elementary education in Windsor. This was probably largely supplemented by private study; he was an eager reader of William Shakespeare. Harpur followed various avocations in the bush and for some years in his twenties held a clerical position at the post office in Sydney.
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Charles Harpur Poems
A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Fores...
A MIDSUMMER NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST Not a bird disturbs the air! There is quiet everywhere;
A Storm in the Mountains
A lonely boy, far venturing from home Out on the half-wild herd’s faint tracks I roam; Mid rock-browned mountains, which with stony frown Glare into haggard chasms deep adown;
An Aboriginal Mothers's Lament
An Aboriginal Mother’s Lament Charles Harpur
The Temperance Movement
A POWER is stirring—a broad light has shone Amid the nation’s—in the wilderness Of the world’s social horror and distress, Heralding temperance as the Baptist John
A Poet to...
Long ere I knew thee—years of loveless days, A shape would gather from my dreams, and pour The soul-sweet influence of its gentle gaze Into my heart, to thrill it to the core:
A Basket of Summer Fruit
First see those ample melons-brindled o'er With mingled green and brown is all the rind; For they are ripe, and mealy at the core,
Australia's First Great Poet
HIS lot how glorious whom the must shall name Her first high-priest in this bright southern clime! Aglow with light from her aspiring flame, Catching the raptures of her Grecian prime,
FAIR as the night—when all the astral fires Of heaven are burning in the clear expanse, My love is; and her eyes like star-depths glance Lustrous with glowing thoughts and pure desires,
Of Cora, once so dearly ours, Would mournful memory sing; Of how she came when came the flowers, To leave us with the spring.
Mark yon runnel, how ’tis flowing, Like a sylvan spirit dreaming Of the spring-blooms near it blowing, And the sunlight o’er it beaming—
A Dream of the Orient
With a resplendent Eastern bride, Like a houri at my side, And music round us swelling, ’Mid odours of so rare a steam
Trust in God
Deep trust in God—for that I still have sought Through all the grim doubts that bemock the soul, When in the amazement of far-reaching throught, We list the labourings that for ever roll
A Love Fancy
Night was new-throned in heaven, and we did rove Together in the cool and shadowless haze That thickened round, at the wild stars to gaze Ere yet the moon’s red rim had showed above
An Anthem for the Australasian League
SHALL we sing of Loyalty To the far South’s fiery youth? Yea—but let the pæan be Of loyalty to God and Truth:
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A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Forest
A MIDSUMMER NOON IN THE AUSTRALIAN FOREST
Not a bird disturbs the air!
There is quiet everywhere;
Over plains and over woods
What a mighty stillness broods.
Even the grasshoppers keep
[All the birds and insects keep]
Where the coolest shadows sleep;
Even the busy ants are found
Resting in their pebbled mound;
Even the locust clingeth now
In silence to the barky bough:
And over hills and over plains
Quiet, vast and slumbrous, reigns.
Only there's a drowsy humming
From yon warm lagoon slow coming:
'Tis the dragon-hornet ...