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 ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
Fountain, cans't thou sing the song My Juan sang to meThe moonlit orange groves among? Then list the words from me,And mark ...
Long time one whisper'd in his ear-- "Give me my strong, pure soul; behold'Tis mine to give what men hold dear-- The ...
A peaceful spot, a little street, So still between the double roarOf sea and city that it seemed A rest in music, ...
In the lone place of the leaves,Where they touch the hanging eaves,There sprang a spray of joyous song that sounded ...
IF songs be sung let minstrels strike their harpsTo large and joyous strains, all thunder-wingedTo beat along vast shores. Ay, ...
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