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 ...
PART IChildren should not leave aboutAnything that's small and bright,Lest the fairies spy it out,And fly off with it at ...
'Tis noon of night; the sable clouds,Hang weeping in the sky;Alone I sit, where fancies flitLike spectral shadows by.Me thinks ...
Sore was the famine throughout all the boundsOf Israel, when Elijah, by commandOf God, journeyed to Cherith's failing brook.No rain-drops ...
A MysteryHis face was sad; some shadow must have hungAbove his soul; its folds, now falling dark,Now almost bright; but ...
From the mystic sidereal spaces,In the noon of a night 'mid of May,Came a spirit that murmured to me --Or ...
Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide; The purple hill-tops, one by one, ...
The still gods, though they move apart From interchange of thoughts with men,Yearn to come down, and, in the mart, ...
A down the vista of the fading years, With solemn step and slow,Comes one whose brow is dim with inward ...
"That we together may sail,Just as we used to do."Carleton's BalladsAnd what if I should be kind?And what if you ...
Like a meteor, radiant, streaming,Seems her hair to me,And thou bear'st her feet like lilies,Dark and chilly sea!Wannish fires enclasp ...
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