Helen At The Loom (George Parsons Lathrop Poems)
Helen, in her silent room,Weaves upon the upright loom;Weaves a mantle rich and dark,Purpled over, deep. But markHow she scatters ...
Helen, in her silent room,Weaves upon the upright loom;Weaves a mantle rich and dark,Purpled over, deep. But markHow she scatters ...
A Rock, A River, A TreeHosts to species long since departed,Mark the mastodon.The dinosaur, who left dry tokensOf their sojourn ...
WHEN we were farm boys, years ago,I dare not tell how many,When, strange to say, the fairest dayWas often dark ...
I AM now,—what joy to hear it!—Of the old magician rid;And henceforth shall ev'ry spiritDo whate'er by me is bid; I ...
Whate'er we leave to God, God does, And blesses us;The work we choose should be our own, God leaves alone.If with light ...
DECEMBER 15, 1874I SUPPOSE it's myself that you're making allusion toAnd bringing the sense of dismay and confusion to.Of course ...
O God, by whom all good is given!Thou Sire of light! thou King of heavenBehold, and list to my request,However ...
With Charles the Fifth art thou acquainted, reader?Of Ferdinand and Isabel the grandson,In ages past of Europe's realms file leader,Among ...
Ah, better the thud of the deadly gun, and the crash of the bursting shell,Than the terrible silence where drought ...
Years since (but names to me before),Two sisters sought at eve my door;Two song-birds wandering from their nest,A gray old ...
Monarch of Hannah's rocking-chair,With unclipped beard and unkempt hair,Sitting at ease by the kitchen fire, Nor heeding the wind and the ...
FROM HER HOME beyond the river in the parting of the hills,Where the wattles fleecy blossom surged and scattered in ...
I had fed the fire and stirred it, till the sparkles in delightSnapped their saucy little fingers at the chill ...
Six days in the week do I toil for my bread, And surely should feel like a slave,Except for a Providence ...
IN ANSWER TO A POETICAL EPISTLE WRITTEN TOME BY HIM IN WALES, SEPTEMBER 1791. WHILE in long exile far from you ...
OH Solitude! thou visionary power,If e'er thou hadst a "local habitation,"This is the place, and here must be thy throne:The ...
If Memnon's mother mourned, Achilles's mother mourned,and our sad fates can touch great goddesses,then weep, and loose your hair in ...
BOB POLTER was a navvy, andHis hands were coarse, and dirty too,His homely face was rough and tanned,His time of ...
Lonely musing, sadly thinking,Strength and spirits failing, sinking,Drooping, shivering, cow'ring, shrinking, In the wintry blast.Winds are howling, roaring, screaming,Thunder rolling, lightning ...
WE give thy natal day to hope,O Country of our love and prayer!Thy way is down no fatal slope,But up ...
In a far-away glen of the hills, Where the bird of the night is at rest,Shut in from the thunder that ...
ONCE, more, dear friends, you meet beneathA clouded sky:Not yet the sword has found its sheath,And on the sweet spring ...
Late Medical Officer of Health for West Kent, and formerly ofBirkenhead_.DIED DECEMBER 12TH, 1884.Broken the silver cord! the harp unstrung!And ...
If I ever be worthy or famous- Which I'm sadly beginning to doubt-When the angel whose place 'tis to name us Shall ...
A stone stands in a rustic townWhich once the neighbouring hill did crown;Nigh to the house of God it layBefore ...
O power invincible of faith and love,Like angel rising to his home above,Thy heaven-lit features beam, calm, earnest grace,Firm truth, ...
Come hither, and behold the fruits,Vain man! of all thy vain pursuits.Take wise advice, and look behind,Bring all past actions ...
'Where are you going with your horse and bike, And the townsfolk still at rest?Where are you going, with your swag ...
Strephon & I upon a bank were laid,Where the gay spring in varied colours playd,& her rich odours lavish nature ...
Awst be better when spring comes, aw think, But aw feel varry sickly an waik,Awve noa relish for mait nor for ...
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