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 ...
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
The silver fangs of the mighty axe, Bit to the blood of our giant boles;It smote our breasts and smote our ...
Max plac'd a ring on little Katie's hand,A silver ring that he had beaten outFrom that same sacred coin--first well-priz'd ...
"Come with me," said the Wind To the ship within the dock "Or dost thou fear the shock Of the ocean-hidden rock,When tempests ...
THE FORGING OF THE SWORD.At the forging of the Sword-- The mountain roots were stirr'd, Like the heart-beats of a bird; Like flax ...
I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings, My misty wings, so high above her breast That flowers would shake ...
Where is the Land of Kisses, Can you tell, tell, tell?Ah, yes; I know its blisses Very well!'Tis not beneath the swinging Of ...
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