After our Likeness. (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Before me now a little picture lies-A little shadow of a childish face,Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning graceOf thought ...
Before me now a little picture lies-A little shadow of a childish face,Childishly sweet, yet with the dawning graceOf thought ...
1.Should'st thou, in grip of dread disease,Foresee the day when thou must die,With no more hope of life or ease,But ...
1.Every wild she- bird has nest and mate in the warm April weather,But a captive woman, made for love - ...
1.I know now why the world was sad,With so much good to make it glad;Why all things loveliest and bestHave ...
Poor, hapless souls! at whom we stand aghast,As at invading armies sweeping by -As strange to haggard face and desperate ...
Thy love I am. Thy wife I cannot be,To wear the yoke of servitude - to takeStrange, unknown fetters that ...
I.Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day. The dungeon roof an ...
Speak kindly, wife; the little ones will grow Fairest and straightest in the warmest sun. We talk so often ...
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
Watchman, what of the night? See you a streak of light? Whither, O Captain of the quest, ...
An Incident of the French Revolution.THE light lay trembling in a silver bar Along the western borders of the ...
It boots not to retrace the path To ages dim and hoar, When Man, at the domestic hearth, ...
Earth, outward tuning on her path in space This pensive southern face, Swathing its smile and shine In ...
Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide; The purple hill-tops, one by one, ...
Come, go and practise—get your work— Do something, Nelly, pray. I hate to see you moon about In ...
Friend, quoth Lord Nevil, "thou art young To face the world, and thou art blind To subtle ways ...
Why should we court the storms that rave and rend, Safe at our household hearth? Why, starved and naked, ...
Through the wild night, the silence and the dark, Through league on league of the uncharted sky, Lonelier than ...
A Meditation in the British Museum.I say it to myself—in meekest awe Of Progress, electricity and steam, Of this ...
Because I live, ye shall live also.Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping On mossy hillock and on headstone ...
One winter eve, at twilight, when the sound Of sorrowful winds scarce troubled Nature's rest, As she lay sleeping, ...
He asked life of thee, and thou gavest him a long life, even for ever and ever. Life—length of days—the ...
And unto Adam He said…. cursed is the ground for thy sake. Thorns…. shall bring it forth. ...
A summer wind blows through the open porch, And, 'neath the rustling eaves, A summer light of moonrise, calm ...
Is the morning dim and cloudy? Does the wind drift up the leaves? Is there mist upon the mountains, where ...
Here, in her elbow chair, she sits A soul alert, alive, A poor old body shrunk and bent— ...
And must I wear a silken life, Hemmed in by city walls? And must I give my garden up ...
Before me now a little picture lies— A little shadow of a childish face, Childishly sweet, ...
Can this be my poem?—this poor fragment Of bald thought in meanest language dressed! Can this string of rhymes ...
Over the smooth lawns, broider'd with violets, Over the hedges of snow-white thorn, Over the billowy, pink apple-blossoms, ...
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