The Helot (Isabella Valancy Crawford Poems)
I.Low the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood;With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the Helot ...
I.Low the sun beat on the land, Red on vine and plain and wood;With the wine-cup in his hand, Vast the Helot ...
The young Prince of Anhalt Dessau, The Dowager's only son,Was a sturdy strong-limbed fellow And a most determined one.Shook the tutor his ...
Adieu!-'tis past-the dream is over, And we are friends no more;And now my task shall be to smother Thoughts prized too well ...
_Now_ is past--the happy _now_ When we together rovedBeneath the wildwood's oak-tree bough And Nature said we loved. Winter's blastThe _now_ since then ...
Now sinks the Summer sun into the sea; Sure never such a sunset shone as this, That on its golden wing has ...
Oh what is fame! a flower that dies at eve, A golden mist that subtle fancies weave, An unknown star ...
RESENTMENT.Females there are of unsuspicious mind,Easy and soft and credulous and kind;Who, when offended for the twentieth time,Will hear the ...
February 25th, 1851.YOU are to be married, Mary; This hour as I wakeful lie In the dreamy dawn of the ...
Drinking my tea Without sugar- No difference. The sparrow shits upside down --ah! my brain & eggs Mayan head in ...
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