A Promise (Ada Cambridge Poems)
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.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 ...
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, ...
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, ...
One winter eve, at twilight, when the sound Of sorrowful winds scarce troubled Nature's rest, As she lay sleeping, ...
Why should we court the storms that rave and rend, Safe at our household hearth? Why, starved and naked, ...
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 ...
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. ...
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 ...
Can this be my poem?—this poor fragment Of bald thought in meanest language dressed! Can this string of rhymes ...
Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking, That our horizon wears so strange a hue? Is it but ...
Ye, that the untrod paths have braved, With heart and brain unbound; Who ask not that your souls be ...
When I kneel down the dawn is only breaking; Sleep fetters still the brown wings of the lark; The ...
The Spirit of man is the candle of the Lord. "The Spirit itself beareth witness with our ...
A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping A silken mantle o'er its jagged sides; And silvery, seething waters softly ...
The sun has set; grey shadows darken slowly The rose-red cloud-hills that were bathed in light O Lord, to ...
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 ...
(No. 1.)O Holy Spirit, we entreat, Send down Thy quickening fire; Let Thine own presence, dread and sweet, ...
The lighthouse shines across the sea; The homing fieldfares sing for glee: "Behold the shore!" Alas for shattered wing ...
Perchance for dear Life's sake—and life is sweet— When work had failed and roads were deep in snow, And this ...
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