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 ...
Ada Cambridge Poems on Pain (17 Poems)
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 ...
The Kind Word (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Speak kindly, wife; the little ones will grow Fairest and straightest in the warmest sun. We talk so often ...
The Hand In The Dark (Ada Cambridge Poems)
How calm the spangled city spread below! How cool the night! How fair the starry skies! How sweet the dewy ...
On Australian Hills (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Earth, outward tuning on her path in space This pensive southern face, Swathing its smile and shine In ...
By The Camp Fire (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Ah, 'twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide; The purple hill-tops, one by one, ...
The Baptistry (Ada Cambridge Poems)
One winter eve, at twilight, when the sound Of sorrowful winds scarce troubled Nature's rest, As she lay sleeping, ...
The Vain Question (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Why should we court the storms that rave and rend, Safe at our household hearth? Why, starved and naked, ...
The Crown Of Thorns (Ada Cambridge Poems)
And unto Adam He said…. cursed is the ground for thy sake. Thorns…. shall bring it forth. ...
Practising The Anthem (Ada Cambridge Poems)
A summer wind blows through the open porch, And, 'neath the rustling eaves, A summer light of moonrise, calm ...
After Our Likeness (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Before me now a little picture lies— A little shadow of a childish face, Childishly sweet, ...
Empty (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Can this be my poem?—this poor fragment Of bald thought in meanest language dressed! Can this string of rhymes ...
Seed-Time And Harvest (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Thou waterest her furrows, thou sendest rain into the little valleys thereof; thou makest it soft with the drops of ...
All-Saints’ Day (1868) (Ada Cambridge Poems)
But they are at peace.Never to weary more, nor suffer sorrow,— Their strife all over, and their work all ...
The Old Maid’s Story (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Ay, many and many a year's gone by, Since the dawn of that day in spring, When we met ...
The Magic Wand (Ada Cambridge Poems)
As an April garden Breathes the scent of rain— Rain that calls her treasures Back to life again— So my ...
Unstrung (Ada Cambridge Poems)
My skies were blue, and my sun was bright, And, with fingers tender and strong and light, He woke up ...