Mother and Daughter- Sonnet Sequence (Augusta Davies Webster Poems)
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
IYoung laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; ...
No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not ...
Oh the dear summer evening! How the air is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers and wafts of hay ...
A week ago; only a little week:it seems so much much longer, though that dayis every morning still my yesterday;as ...
Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural ...
Five minutes here, and they must steal two more! shameful! Here have I been five mortal years and not seen ...
Not yet! I thought this time 'twas done at last, the workings perfected, the life in it; and there's the ...
Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; 'Tis the bird's trill ...
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