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 ...
I.Sweet rural scene!Of flocks and green!At careless ease my limbs are spread;All nature stillBut yonder rill;And listening pines not o'er ...
The day is thine, the night also is thine; thou hast prepared thelight and the sun.Thou hast set all the ...
XLVI'Sir King,' quoth she, 'my name Clorinda hight,My fame perchance has pierced your ears ere now,I come to try my ...
XLVIThree times he strove to view Heaven's golden ray,And raised him on his feeble elbow thrice,And thrice he tumbled on ...
XLIGuelpho next them the land and place possest,Whose fortunes good with his great acts agree,By his Italian sire, fro the ...
I.Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day. The dungeon roof an ...
IOh, for the power to call to aid, of mineOwn humble Muse, the famed and sacred nine.Then might she fitly ...
WHEN fallen man from Paradise was driven, Forth to a world of labour, death, and care; Still, of his native ...
I.WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head: White tufted Guelder-roses, ...
I. OF all that men with zeal and ardour chace, Pour'd here and there on life's promiscuous ground,Some points are ...
Paraphrased From David's Psalms. Psalm XIX.THE arched heavens ere since the birth of timeInstruct the earth, in characters sublime, ...
XLIXErewhile I lived in shows and hollow masks, I played with falsehood which I counted truth, I spent the freshness ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
BOOK FIRST. I. ALL valor died not on the plains of Troy. Awake, my Muse, awake! be thine the joy ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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