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 ...
From his far wigwam sprang the strong North WindAnd rush'd with war-cry down the steep ravines,And wrestl'd with the giants ...
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 ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
The silver fangs of the mighty axe, Bit to the blood of our giant boles;It smote our breasts and smote our ...
How spake the Oracle, my Curtius, how?Methought, while on the shadowed terracesI walked and looked toward Rome, an echo cameOf ...
My masters twain made me a bed Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar; Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder Of dreams of rest; ...
He saved his soul and saved his pork, With old time preservation;He did not hold with creosote, Or new plans of salvation;He ...
When the moon was horned the mother died, And the child pulled at her hand and knee,And he rubbed her cheek ...
BOUCHE-MIGNONNE lived in the mill, Past the vineyards shady,Where the sun shone on a rill Jewelled like a lady.Proud the stream with ...
The Farmer quit what he was at, The bee-hive he was smokin':He tilted back his old straw hat-- Says he, "Young man, ...
Young Mary stole along the vale, To keep her tryst with Ulnor's lord;A warrior clad in coat of mail Stood darkling by ...
His cedar paddle, scented, red, He thrust down through the lily bed; Cloaked in a golden pause he lay, Locked in the arms ...
GONE are the days, old Warrior of the Seas,When thine armed head, bent low to catch my voice,Caught but the ...
A peaceful spot, a little street, So still between the double roarOf sea and city that it seemed A rest in music, ...
"BITE deep and wide, O Axe, the tree!What doth thy bold voice promise me?""I promise thee all joyous thingsThat furnish ...
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