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 ...
I.Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day. The dungeon roof an ...
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
An Incident of the French Revolution.THE light lay trembling in a silver bar Along the western borders of the ...
Earth, outward tuning on her path in space This pensive southern face, Swathing its smile and shine In ...
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 ...
Before me now a little picture lies— A little shadow of a childish face, Childishly sweet, ...
Ye, that the untrod paths have braved, With heart and brain unbound; Who ask not that your souls be ...
So still—so still! Only the endless sighing Of sad ?olian harp-notes overhead; Only the soft mass-music for the dying; ...
A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping A silken mantle o'er its jagged sides; And silvery, seething waters softly ...
O time, great Healer! canst thou still The crying hearts that feel the knife? O great Restorer, canst thou ...
Learn, learn, learn,— Our beautiful world is not a field for sheep; Not just a place wherein to laugh and ...
O take away your dried and painted garlands! The snow-cloth's fallen from each quicken'd brow, The stone's rolled off ...
The lighthouse shines across the sea; The homing fieldfares sing for glee: "Behold the shore!" Alas for shattered wing ...
Good-bye! — 'tis like a churchyard bell — good-bye! Poor weeping eyes! Poor head, bowed down with woe! Kiss me ...
And is the great cause lost beyond recall? Have all the hopes of ages come to naught? Is life no ...
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