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Rose Hawthorne Lathrop
May 20, 1851–July 9, 1926
Poetry Listing
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
Within this area you will be able to read, and give your thoughts on the poetry listed.
Please, if you find an error, let me know.
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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 | 967 | | 2: | A Passing Voice. | Turn me a rhyme," said Fate, | | 20 | 457 | | 3: | A Protean Glimpse. | Time and I pass to and fro, | | 22 | 443 | | 4: | A Song Before Grief. | Sorrow, my friend, | | 25 | 430 | | 5: | A Waltz. | Delicate gayety, | | 20 | 456 | | 6: | A Wooing Song. | O love, I come; thy last glance guideth me! | | 13 | 414 | | 7: | A Youth's Suicide. | He handed his life a poisoned draught, | | 20 | 460 | | 8: | Beyond Utterance. | There in the midst of gloom the church-spire rose, | | 16 | 441 | | 9: | Broken Waves. | The sun is lying on the garden-wall, | | 15 | 445 | | 10: | Broken-Hearted. | Cross my hands upon my breast, | | 15 | 483 | | 11: | Closing Chords. | When I shall go | | 37 | 453 | | 12: | Death's Eloquence. | When I shall go | | 19 | 452 | | 13: | Dorothy. | Dear little Dorothy, she is no more! | | 8 | 452 | | 14: | Endless Resource. | New days are dear, and cannot be unloved, | | 12 | 412 | | 15: | First Bloom Of Love. | O girl of spring! O brown-eyed girl! | | 12 | 448 | | 16: | For Others. | Weeping for another's woe, | | 14 | 475 | | 17: | Francie. | I loved a child as we should love | | 28 | 456 | | 18: | Gertrude. | What shall I say, my friend, my own heart healing, | | 14 | 413 | | 19: | God-Made. | Somewhere, somewhere in this heart | | 12 | 453 | | 20: | Grace. | Ill-wrought life we look at as we die! | | 10 | 407 | | 21: | Hidden History. | There was a maiden in a land | | 24 | 421 | | 22: | Impersonality | I dreamed within a dream the sun was gold; | | 8 | 446 | | 23: | In The Artillery. | We are moving on in silence, | | 56 | 439 | | 24: | Inlet And Shore. | Here is a world of changing glow, | | 24 | 424 | | 25: | Life's Burying-Ground. | My graveyard holds no once-loved human forms, | | 8 | 525 | | 26: | Life's Priestess. | All to herself a woman never sings | | 6 | 474 | | 27: | Looking Backward. | Gray towers make me think of thee, | | 24 | 363 | | 28: | Lost Reality. | O soul of life, 't is thee we long to hear, | | 6 | 473 | | 29: | Love Now. | The sanctity that is about the dead | | 12 | 471 | | 30: | Morning Song. | Turn thy face to me, my love, | | 8 | 461 | | 31: | Neither! | So ancient to myself I seem, | | 56 | 499 | | 32: | One And One. | The thanking heart can only silence keep; | | 8 | 479 | | 33: | Ours To Endure. | We speak of the world that passes away, | | 12 | 493 | | 34: | Peace. | An angel spoke with me, and lo, he hoarded | | 14 | 472 | | 35: | Power Against Power. | Where spells were wrought he sat alone, | | 24 | 451 | | 36: | Pride: Fate. | Lullaby on the wing | | 16 | 468 | | 37: | The Baby. | Pray, have you heard the news? | | 18 | 439 | | 38: | The Clock's Song. | Eileen of four, | | 20 | 404 | | 39: | The Clock-Tower Bell. | Say not, sad bell, another hour hath come, | | 8 | 412 | | 40: | The Cynic's Fealty. | We all have hearts that shake alike | | 12 | 422 | | 41: | The Dreaming Wheel. | Down slant the moonbeams to the floor | | 96 | 408 | | 42: | The Ghosts Of Revellers. | At purple eyes beside the grain, | | 16 | 410 | | 43: | The Girls We Might Have Wed. | Come, brothers, let us sing a dirge, | | 24 | 417 | | 44: | The Lost Battle | To his heart it struck such terror | | 20 | 433 | | 45: | The Outgoing Race. | The mothers wish for no more daughters; | | 16 | 437 | | 46: | The Roads That Meet. | One is so fair, I turn to go, | | 43 | 409 | | 47: | The Shell And The World. | The world was like a shell to me, | | 12 | 497 | | 48: | The Suicide. | A shadowed form before the light, | | 10 | 478 | | 49: | The Unperfected. | A broken mirror in a trembling hand; | | 12 | 475 | | 50: | The Violin. | Touch gently, friend, and slow, the violin, So sweet and low, | | 14 | 480 | | 51: | To G. P. L. | We see the sky, - we love it day by day; | | 8 | 459 | | 52: | Twenty Bold Mariners. | Twenty bold mariners went to the wave, | | 12 | 402 | | 53: | Unity In Space. | Take me away into a storm of snow | | 12 | 431 | | 54: | Unloved. | Paler than the water's white | | 12 | 439 | | 55: | Used Up. | Hand me my light gloves, James; | | 36 | 423 | | 56: | Why Sad To-Day? | Why is the nameless sorrowing look | | 20 | 398 | | 57: | Zest. | Labor not in the murky dell, | | 8 | 527 |
About:
Rose Hawthorne Lathrop was an American Roman Catholic religious sister and social worker.
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