Mother and Daughter- Sonnet Sequence (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
The leaves dance, the leaves sing,The leaves dance in the breath of the Spring.I bid them dance,I bid them sing,For ...
No harsh complaint nor rude unmannered wo,Shall jar discordant in the dulcet flowOf music, raining through the chestnut wingsOf the ...
RISE, blossom of the spring, The dews of morn Still linger on the barren thorn; Arise, and sing! O! join ...
When the light falls on winter eveningsAnd the river makes no sound in its passingBehind the house, is silent but ...
I dreamt of autumn in the window's twilight, And you, a tipsy jesters' throng amidst. ' And like a falcon, ...
The earth a cheerless look still wears,But spring's breath is already swayingThe dead stalks in the field and playingWith boughs ...
Slowly the women file to where he stands Upright in rimless glasses, silver hair, Dark suit, white collar. Stewards tirelessly ...
(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!) I I saw the ...
How soon doth man decay! When clothes are taken from a chest of sweets To swaddle infants, whose young breath ...
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the ...
Little colored crystals transparent liquid glass little slivers of ice tickling the back of her throat The juice in the ...
Frost on the fields draped on the weeds the milkweed, the bramble the vines, the reeds casting shadows in the ...
Going off into the distance the ice still solid, frozen the reeds little islands up through the February thawing the ...
Off the road, into the woods a makeshift lean-to fallen, dry, peeling bark a phalanx of dead pine saplings leaning ...
Little clear puddles atop the forming mud little pools at the edge melting piles of snow browning in the thawing ...
HAIL, sister springs, Parents of silver-footed rills! Ever bubbling things, Thawing crystal, snowy hills! Still spending, never spent; I mean ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town, In moccasins and oily buckskin shirt. He's gaunt as ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
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