Poems of Charles Harpur
|1.||A Poet's Home||4/12/2010|
|2.||A Basket of Summer Fruit||4/12/2010|
|3.||A Coast View||1/1/2004|
|4.||A Dream of the Orient||1/1/2004|
|5.||A Flight of Wild Ducks||4/12/2010|
|6.||A Hunter's Indian Dove||1/1/2004|
|8.||A Love Fancy||1/1/2004|
|9.||A Midsummer Noon in the Australian Forest||1/1/2004|
|10.||A Poet to...||1/1/2004|
|12.||A Sonnet dedicated to Sir George Gipps||4/12/2010|
|13.||A Storm in the Mountains||1/1/2004|
|15.||An Aboriginal Mothers's Lament||1/1/2004|
|16.||An Anthem for the Australasian League||4/12/2010|
|18.||Asking in Vain||1/1/2004|
|19.||Australia's First Great Poet||1/1/2004|
’Tis the early summer season, when the skies are clear and blue;
When wide warm fields are glad with corn as green as ever grew,
And upland growths of wattles engolden all the view.
Oh! Is there conscious joyance in that heven so clearly blue?
And is it a felt happiness that thus comes beating through
Great nature’s mother heart, when the golden year is new?
When the woods are whitened over by the jolly cockatoo,
And swarm with birds as beautiful as ever gladdened through