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Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
May 20, 1851–July 9, 1926
Poetry Listing
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Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Ballad Of The Mist. | I love the Lady of Merle," he said. | | 48 | 533 | | 2: | A Passing Voice. | Turn me a rhyme," said Fate, | | 20 | 204 | | 3: | A Protean Glimpse. | Time and I pass to and fro, | | 22 | 195 | | 4: | A Song Before Grief. | Sorrow, my friend, | | 25 | 202 | | 5: | A Waltz. | Delicate gayety, | | 20 | 217 | | 6: | A Wooing Song. | O love, I come; thy last glance guideth me! | | 13 | 201 | | 7: | A Youth's Suicide. | He handed his life a poisoned draught, | | 20 | 209 | | 8: | Beyond Utterance. | There in the midst of gloom the church-spire rose, | | 16 | 197 | | 9: | Broken Waves. | The sun is lying on the garden-wall, | | 15 | 207 | | 10: | Broken-Hearted. | Cross my hands upon my breast, | | 15 | 195 | | 11: | Closing Chords. | When I shall go | | 37 | 183 | | 12: | Death's Eloquence. | When I shall go | | 19 | 219 | | 13: | Dorothy. | Dear little Dorothy, she is no more! | | 8 | 189 | | 14: | Endless Resource. | New days are dear, and cannot be unloved, | | 12 | 185 | | 15: | First Bloom Of Love. | O girl of spring! O brown-eyed girl! | | 12 | 191 | | 16: | For Others. | Weeping for another's woe, | | 14 | 199 | | 17: | Francie. | I loved a child as we should love | | 28 | 185 | | 18: | Gertrude. | What shall I say, my friend, my own heart healing, | | 14 | 180 | | 19: | God-Made. | Somewhere, somewhere in this heart | | 12 | 192 | | 20: | Grace. | Ill-wrought life we look at as we die! | | 10 | 177 | | 21: | Hidden History. | There was a maiden in a land | | 24 | 178 | | 22: | Impersonality | I dreamed within a dream the sun was gold; | | 8 | 191 | | 23: | In The Artillery. | We are moving on in silence, | | 56 | 219 | | 24: | Inlet And Shore. | Here is a world of changing glow, | | 24 | 178 | | 25: | Life's Burying-Ground. | My graveyard holds no once-loved human forms, | | 8 | 221 | | 26: | Life's Priestess. | All to herself a woman never sings | | 6 | 192 | | 27: | Looking Backward. | Gray towers make me think of thee, | | 24 | 165 | | 28: | Lost Reality. | O soul of life, 't is thee we long to hear, | | 6 | 182 | | 29: | Love Now. | The sanctity that is about the dead | | 12 | 193 | | 30: | Morning Song. | Turn thy face to me, my love, | | 8 | 220 | | 31: | Neither! | So ancient to myself I seem, | | 56 | 190 | | 32: | One And One. | The thanking heart can only silence keep; | | 8 | 180 | | 33: | Ours To Endure. | We speak of the world that passes away, | | 12 | 189 | | 34: | Peace. | An angel spoke with me, and lo, he hoarded | | 14 | 192 | | 35: | Power Against Power. | Where spells were wrought he sat alone, | | 24 | 183 | | 36: | Pride: Fate. | Lullaby on the wing | | 16 | 185 | | 37: | The Baby. | Pray, have you heard the news? | | 18 | 195 | | 38: | The Clock's Song. | Eileen of four, | | 20 | 177 | | 39: | The Clock-Tower Bell. | Say not, sad bell, another hour hath come, | | 8 | 175 | | 40: | The Cynic's Fealty. | We all have hearts that shake alike | | 12 | 177 | | 41: | The Dreaming Wheel. | Down slant the moonbeams to the floor | | 96 | 189 | | 42: | The Ghosts Of Revellers. | At purple eyes beside the grain, | | 16 | 181 | | 43: | The Girls We Might Have Wed. | Come, brothers, let us sing a dirge, | | 24 | 189 | | 44: | The Lost Battle | To his heart it struck such terror | | 20 | 181 | | 45: | The Outgoing Race. | The mothers wish for no more daughters; | | 16 | 182 | | 46: | The Roads That Meet. | One is so fair, I turn to go, | | 43 | 157 | | 47: | The Shell And The World. | The world was like a shell to me, | | 12 | 214 | | 48: | The Suicide. | A shadowed form before the light, | | 10 | 213 | | 49: | The Unperfected. | A broken mirror in a trembling hand; | | 12 | 225 | | 50: | The Violin. | Touch gently, friend, and slow, the violin, So sweet and low, | | 14 | 225 | | 51: | To G. P. L. | We see the sky, - we love it day by day; | | 8 | 188 | | 52: | Twenty Bold Mariners. | Twenty bold mariners went to the wave, | | 12 | 200 | | 53: | Unity In Space. | Take me away into a storm of snow | | 12 | 182 | | 54: | Unloved. | Paler than the water's white | | 12 | 180 | | 55: | Used Up. | Hand me my light gloves, James; | | 36 | 191 | | 56: | Why Sad To-Day? | Why is the nameless sorrowing look | | 20 | 174 | | 57: | Zest. | Labor not in the murky dell, | | 8 | 226 |
About:
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop was an American Roman Catholic religious sister and social worker.
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