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    Gypsy Verses
    Gypsy Verses
    Gypsy Verses
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    Gypsy Verses

    By Helen Hay Whitney

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    DigiCat Publishing presents to you this special edition of "Gypsy Verses" by Helen Hay Whitney. DigiCat Publishing considers every written word to be a legacy of humankind. Every DigiCat book has been carefully reproduced for republishing in a new modern format. The books are available in print, as well as ebooks. DigiCat hopes you will treat this work with the acknowledgment and passion it deserves as a classic of world literature.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDigiCat
    Release dateSep 4, 2022
    ISBN8596547216711
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      Gypsy Verses - Helen Hay Whitney

      Helen Hay Whitney

      Gypsy Verses

      EAN 8596547216711

      DigiCat, 2022

      Contact: DigiCat@okpublishing.info

      Table of Contents

      ATARAH

      AGE

      LOVE AND DAWN

      L’AMOUR AMBIGUEUX

      SAPPHICS

      SATAN, PRINCE OF DARKNESS

      IN PRISON

      GHOSTS

      LILIS

      THE OLD WOMEN

      TO HIPPOLYTUS

      THE GARDEN HEDGE

      THE SLAVE WOMAN

      SONG

      SANS-JOY

      OUT OF THE JUNGLE

      IN PORT

      SONNY BOY (A bust by H. F.)

      SUNRISE

      DEAD LADIES

      WHEN TRISTAN SAILED

      THE BATTLE

      RECOMPENSE

      THE LOTUS EATERS

      LOST APHRODITE

      THE FOOLS

      THE AWAKENING

      THE DARK WOMAN

      SUMMER SONG

      SERAPHIS

      VENGEMENT

      AUTUMN LOVE

      I

      II

      THE WITCH

      THE MAN

      DOWN IN MALDONADO TOWN

      THE CHOICE

      THE BROOK

      AT THE END OF THE WORLD

      THE GYPSY

      BOY O’ DREAMS

      BALLAD OF THE SLAVE

      FOAM

      THE SEAL

      RELEASE

      SIN, THE SWORD

      FANTASTIC SPRING

      SONG

      CONTRAST

      THE PRICE

      THE KING’S DAUGHTER

      LAIS

      THE HERITAGE

      THE MONK IN HIS GARDEN

      BIANCA

      FREE

      BLACK AND GOLD

      THE ANSWER

      PEACE

      BARNABAS

      LOST DREAMS

      LADY OF LIGHT

      SONG

      THE GYPSY BLOOD

      AND YET

      THRO’ THE PLEACHED ALLEYS

      Acknowledgment is made to Messrs. Harper and Brothers, the Century Company, and the Metropolitan Magazine for courteous permission to reproduce certain of the verses included in this volume.

      GYPSY VERSES

      Oh, you were not so idle—

      You wore a sprig of green;

      You wore a feather in your cap,

      The reddest ever seen.

      Your face was laughing gypsy brown,

      Your eyes were of the blue;

      You wandered up and down the world,

      For you had much to do.

      For oh, you were not idle,

      Whatever men might say—

      You made the colour of the year

      Magnificent and gay.

      ATARAH

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      With painted slender folded hands

      She waited what might come,

      Her head was tyred with jewelled bands,

      Her mouth was sweet and dumb.

      Her cymar was of ardassine,

      Fire red from throat to hem,

      Broidered with Turkis stones therein—

      She gave her soul for them.

      Faint cassia and love-haunted myrrh

      Made perilous her

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