Rose Hartwick Thorpe

(1850 - 1939)

Rose Hartwick Thorpe Poems

1. A Brave Emperor 7/21/2014
2. Love's Avowal 7/21/2014
3. Lost At Sea 7/21/2014
4. Kisses 7/21/2014
5. How The Flowers Came 7/21/2014
6. Margaret 7/21/2014
7. The Queen And The Beggar's Child 7/21/2014
8. The Luck Of Muncaster 7/21/2014
9. Preface To Ringing Ballads 7/21/2014
10. In Answer 7/21/2014
11. The Little Bells 7/21/2014
12. The Last Night 7/21/2014
13. Remember The Alamo 7/21/2014
14. The Soldier's Reprieve 7/21/2014
15. Two Pictures 7/21/2014
16. Down The Track 7/21/2014
17. In The Mining Town 7/21/2014
18. The Station Agent's Story 7/21/2014
19. Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight 7/18/2014
Best Poem of Rose Hartwick Thorpe

Curfew Must Not Ring Tonight

Slowly England's sun was setting o'er the hilltops far away,
Filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day;
And its last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair―
He with steps so slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair;
He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful, she, with lips all cold and white,
Struggling to keep back the murmur, 'Curfew must not ring tonight!'

'Sexton,' Bessie's white lips faltered, pointing to the prison old,
With its walls tall and gloomy, moss-grown walls dark, damp and cold ―
'I've a lover in the prison, doomed...

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How The Flowers Came

'Twas seed-time in Heaven; the angel whose care
Is for Eden's blossoms, - that angel more fair
Than all her fair sisters, twin spirits of air, -
That angel whose footsteps, wherever they tread,
Spring up into blossoms blue, yellow, and red, -
That angel whose tear-drops, wherever they fall,
Give birth to white lilies, the fairest of all, -
That angel whose breath is the perfume of flowers,
Had spent all the jewel-gemmed paradise hours

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