The Happiest Girl in the World (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
A week ago; only a little week:it seems so much much longer, though that dayis every morning still my yesterday;as ...
A week ago; only a little week:it seems so much much longer, though that dayis every morning still my yesterday;as ...
THE WAGER.Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,Credit, and prudence, brought them constant gains;Partners and punctual, every friend ...
Musing on the fate of Daphne,Many feelings urged my breast,For the God so keen desiring,And the Nymph so deep distrest.Never ...
WHEN PHOEBUS tints the breezy lawn,AMANTOR hails the lovely dawn;That dawn, which sees him free again,Gay bounding o'er ...
When first the Gods, whose Empire is eternal, In Time's deep chalice poured Life's sacred wine,Flashed all the crystal ...
IHow died Melissa none dares shape in words.A woman who is wife despotic lordsCount faggot at the question, Shall she ...
A dove flew with an Olive Branch; It crossed the sea and reached the shore, And on a ship about ...
With sagest craft Arachne workedHer web, and at a corner lurked,Awaiting what should plump her soon,To case it in the ...
Where is he now?—that mightiest one, whose nameWas still the spell-word of the fray,—the soundWhich led his legions on untir'd, ...
THE infinite garden of the sea is HisTo play in. Gravely smiling He resignsTo man his choice - this rugged ...
Midway the hill of science, after steepAnd rugged paths that tire the' unpractised feet,A grove extends; in tangled mazes wrought,And ...
MUCH listening through the silences, Much staring through the night, And lo! the dumb blind distances Are bridged with speech ...
TO MISS AUGUSTA COWELL. WHEN thy light fingers touch ...
O SUMMON out of memoryInto understandingSo that all may fear itFrom the blood and feverOf our passsionate and foreverUnregenerate spiritSuch ...
Ever strive for the whole; and if no whole thou canst make thee,Join, then, thyself to some whole, as a ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
More than making the most the best of a bad situation No this was more than that This was a ...
MY Spectre around me night and day Like a wild beast guards my way; My Emanation far within Weeps incessantly ...
Ever strive for the whole; and if no whole thou canst make thee, Join, then, thyself to some whole, as ...
Glad as the weary traveller tempest-tost To reach secure at length his native coast, Who wandering long o'er distant lands ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
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