Rose Hartwick Thorpe

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Rose Hartwick Thorpe (July 18, 1850, Mishawaka, IndianaJuly 19, 1939, San Diego, California) was an American poet.


  • England’s sun was slowly setting o’er the hill-tops 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 footsteps slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair;
    He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful; she with lips so cold and white,
    Struggled to keep back the murmur, “Curfew must not ring to-night.”
    • Curfew must not ring To-night (published 1870).

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