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 great farm house of Malcolm Graem stoodSquare shoulder'd and peak roof'd upon a hill,With many windows looking everywhere;So that ...
The South Wind laid his moccasins aside,Broke his gay calumet of flow'rs, and castHis useless wampun, beaded with cool dews,Far ...
"Who curseth Sorrow knows her not at all.Dark matrix she, from which the human soulHas its last birth; whence, with ...
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 ...
He stood beside her in the dawn (And she his Dawn and she his Spring),From her bright palm she fed her ...
Beside the saffron of a curtain, litWith broidered flowers, below a golden fringeThat on her silver shoulder made a glow,Like ...
I love old earth! Why should I lift my wings, My misty wings, so high above her breast That flowers would shake ...
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