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 great farm house of Malcolm Graem stoodSquare shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill,With many windows looking everywhere;So that ...
You of each sex and age, draw near,And to my sad Complaint give ear,Who vice, unto the last obey'd,But now ...
Columbus looked; and still around them spread,From south to north, th' immeasurable shade;At last, the central shadows burst away,And rising ...
WHAT is the earliest task of woeOur nature struggles with below?Oh! when does man begin to learnOf human lot the ...
NOW Winter pours his terrors o'er the plain,And icy barriers close the wild domain,From the fierce North the sweeping blast ...
EARL WILLIAM left his castle hall,When the sun shone, burning bright, at noon,He rode, rode on, thro' many a townTo ...
Must I read it again, Sir?--So--here do I stand, Like the priest that holds forth with a scull in his ...
TO DR. JOHN DUDLEY DUNHAM AND WILBUR DUNHAM, Columbus, Ohio. De li'l brac' sheep Tromp 'roun' all day, Way in ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
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