The Bushrangers: A play in five acts

And other poems

Records of Romantic Passion

Charles Harpur

THERE’S a rare Soul of Poesy which may be
        But concentrated by the chastened dreams
Of constant hearts. Where’er the ministry
        Of beautiful Nature hath enhanced the themes
        Of some Petrarchian mind whose story gleams
Within the Past like a moon-silvered sea,
Or where grey Interest the spirit free
        Of faithful Love hath caged in iron schemes,
        Or round it stirr’d such dangers as o’erdrove
Long Ruin’s storm at last—there evermore
        The very airs that whisper to the grove,
The echo’s mystery and the streamlet’s lore
Savour of Passion and transfusive pour
        Abroad suggestions to heroic Love.

The Bushrangers - Contents

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