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 (71 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 ...
An Old Maid’s Lament (Ada Cambridge Poems)
1.Every wild she- bird has nest and mate in the warm April weather,But a captive woman, made for love - ...
A Lesson (Ada Cambridge Poems)
1.I know now why the world was sad,With so much good to make it glad;Why all things loveliest and bestHave ...
A Street Riot (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Poor, hapless souls! at whom we stand aghast,As at invading armies sweeping by -As strange to haggard face and desperate ...
An Answer (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Thy love I am. Thy wife I cannot be,To wear the yoke of servitude - to takeStrange, unknown fetters that ...
The Legend Of Lady Gertrude (Ada Cambridge Poems)
I.Fallen the lofty halls, where vassal crowds Drank in the dawn of Gertrude's natal day. The dungeon roof an ...
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 ...
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 Night (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Watchman, what of the night? See you a streak of light? Whither, O Captain of the quest, ...
The Midnight Mass (Ada Cambridge Poems)
An Incident of the French Revolution.THE light lay trembling in a silver bar Along the western borders of the ...
Mates (Ada Cambridge Poems)
It boots not to retrace the path To ages dim and hoar, When Man, at the domestic hearth, ...
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, ...
Aunt Dorothy’s Lecture (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Come, go and practise—get your work— Do something, Nelly, pray. I hate to see you moon about In ...
Lord Nevil’s Advice (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Friend, quoth Lord Nevil, "thou art young To face the world, and thou art blind To subtle ways ...
This Enlightened Age (Ada Cambridge Poems)
A Meditation in the British Museum.I say it to myself—in meekest awe Of Progress, electricity and steam, Of this ...
The Resting-Plac (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Because I live, ye shall live also.Calmly the Paschal moonlight now is sleeping On mossy hillock and on headstone ...
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 Winged Mariners (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Through the wild night, the silence and the dark, Through league on league of the uncharted sky, Lonelier than ...
In Memoriam (Ada Cambridge Poems)
He asked life of thee, and thou gavest him a long life, even for ever and ever. Life—length of days—the ...
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 ...
Grey (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Is the morning dim and cloudy? Does the wind drift up the leaves? Is there mist upon the mountains, where ...
Granny (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Here, in her elbow chair, she sits A soul alert, alive, A poor old body shrunk and bent— ...
The Season (Ada Cambridge Poems)
And must I wear a silken life, Hemmed in by city walls? And must I give my garden up ...
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 ...
Mirage (Ada Cambridge Poems)
Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking, That our horizon wears so strange a hue? Is it but ...