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 ...
I saw the first pearas it fell--the honey-seeking, golden-banded,the yellow swarmwas not more fleet than I,(spare us from loveliness)and I ...
It seems that dawn will never climb The eastern hills; And, clad in mist and flame and rime, Make flashing highways of the ...
When I am making poetry I'm goodAnd happy then.I live in a deep world of angelhoodAfar from men.And all the ...
After Valerius CatullusAll Hail! young lady with a noseby no means too small,With a foot unbeautiful,and with eyes that are ...
The fountain bent and straightened itself In the night wind, Blowing like a flower. It gleamed and glittered, A tall ...
And the weaver said, "Speak to us of Clothes." And he answered: Your clothes conceal much of your beauty, yet ...
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