Helen At The Loom (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
Helen, in her silent room,Weaves upon the upright loom;Weaves a mantle rich and dark,Purpled over, deep. But markHow she scatters ...
Helen, in her silent room,Weaves upon the upright loom;Weaves a mantle rich and dark,Purpled over, deep. But markHow she scatters ...
"Though I take the wings of the morning."Sweet are His ways who rules above, He gives from wrath a sheltering place; But ...
Who murmurs, hither, hither: whoWhere nought is audible so fills the ear?Where nought is visible can make appearA veil with ...
I never loved your plains!-- Your gentle valleys, Your drowsy country lanes And pleach?d alleys. I want my hills! ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
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