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 ...
SPIRIT 'I was an infant when my mother went To see an atheist burned. She took me there. The dark-robed priests were met ...
An address to Malvina, the daughter of Toscar. The poet relates the arrival of Cathlin in Selma, to solicit aid ...
It is the solemn midnight; and the moon Hard by the zenith holds her solemn state, And yon flushed star will westward ...
Yon vale among the mountains, So sheltered from the sea,That lake which lies so lonely, Shall tell their tale to thee.Here stood ...
It had rained in the night; but the morning's birthWas as calm and still as even;The heralds of day were ...
As when the Moon, emerging from a cloud, Sheds on the dreary earth her gracious light, A smile comes o'er the frowning ...
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach,Dark-robed descending to the sea,So slow, so silent of all speech,And visible to ...
IN the deep heart of furthest fairyland Where foot of man has never trodden yet The enchanted portals ...
THE blackbird sits and pipes his love-notes clear In yon dark tracery of budding sprays, Sharply defined against the distant ...
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, ...
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