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 ...
You've seen his place, I reckon, friend? 'Twas rather kind ov tryin'.The way he made the dollars fly, Such gimcrack things a-buyin'-- He ...
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 ...
Said the high hill, in the morning: "Look on me--"Behold, sweet earth, sweet sister sky, behold"The red flames on my ...
He stood beside her in the dawn (And she his Dawn and she his Spring),From her bright palm she fed her ...
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 ...
Shall Thor with his hammer Beat on the mountain,As on an anvil, A shackle and fetter?Shall the lame Vulcan Shout as he swingethGod-like ...
NAY! swear no more, thou woman whom I calledStar, Empress, Wife! Were Dian's self to leanFrom her white altar and ...
I marvel if my heart, Hath any room apart,Built secretly its mystic walls within; With subtly warded key. Ne'er yielded unto me--Where even ...
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