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.Every wild she- bird has nest and mate in the warm April weather,But a captive woman, made for love - ...
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 ...
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, ...
A Meditation in the British Museum.I say it to myself—in meekest awe Of Progress, electricity and steam, Of this ...
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 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 ...
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 ...
The Spirit of man is the candle of the Lord. "The Spirit itself beareth witness with our ...
Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof; thou makest it soft with the drops of ...
The sun has set; grey shadows darken slowly The rose-red cloud-hills that were bathed in light O Lord, to ...
The snow falls soft and thick. My cedar bough Sways up and down, and scratches on the glass. The wind ...
Learn, learn, learn,— Our beautiful world is not a field for sheep; Not just a place wherein to laugh and ...
But they are at peace.Never to weary more, nor suffer sorrow,— Their strife all over, and their work all ...
(No. 1.)O Holy Spirit, we entreat, Send down Thy quickening fire; Let Thine own presence, dread and sweet, ...
Every wild she-bird has nest and mate in the warm April weather,But a captive woman, made for love — no ...
As an April garden Breathes the scent of rain— Rain that calls her treasures Back to life again— So my ...
All the wild waves rock'd in shadow, And the world was dim and grey, Dark and silent, hush'd and ...
My skies were blue, and my sun was bright, And, with fingers tender and strong and light, He woke up ...
Perchance for dear Life's sake—and life is sweet— When work had failed and roads were deep in snow, And this ...
As in the deeps of embryonic night, Out of unfathomable obscurities Of Nature's womb, the little life-germs rise, Pushing and ...
To you, who look below, Where little candles glow —Who listen in a narrow street,Confused with noise of passing feet ...
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