#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
WHEN I am busying about, Sewing on buttons, tapes, and stri… Hanging the week’s wet washing out Or ironing the children’s things, Sweeping and dusting, cleaning gra…
THE waves in thunderous menace br… Upon the rocks below my tower, And none will dare the Sea-king’s… And venture shipwreck for my sake. Yet once,—my lamp a path of light
DEDICATION QUEEN of my Life, who gave me f… The richest crown a poet ever wore… Since I have given you songs a wh… Stoop, of your grace, and take thi…
(Rosamund.) The fairies have been busy while y… They have been laughing where the… They have taught Beauty to the ig… Set tasks of hope to weary wind-to…
The South is a dream of flowers With a jewel for sky and sea, Rose-crowns for the dancing hours, Gold fruits upon every tree; But cold from the North The wind…
COME home, come home, for your e… With the glare of the noonday sun, And nothing looks as it did before… And the best of the day is done. You have played your match, and ri…
GOOD-NIGHT, my Heart, my Hear… Oh, good and dear and fair, With lips of life and eyes of ligh… And roses in your hair. To-morrow brings the other crown,
Once I made for you songs, Rondels, triolets, sonnets; Verse that my love deemed due, Verse that your love found fair. Now the wide wings of war
You needn’t pray for me, old lady,… I’m fit and jolly as ever I was—y… When I go whistling down the road… She needn’t think I’m whistling h… If I pass her house a dozen times…
ALL the flight of thoughts here,… Fluttering in the sun, between the… Wheeling, whirling, poising, lovel… How to cage the flying thoughts, m… Set a springe of rhyme, and hope t…
THIS is a place where men laid t… Each with his life-tale of good or… Here prayers were murmured and hot… And passionate anguish moaned its… Silent now is each voice that crie…
THE house is haunted; when the li… Go pattering about it in their pla… I tremble lest the little one shou… The ghosts that haunt the happy ni… And yet I think they only come to…
WHITE bird of love, lie warm upo… White flower of love, lie cool aga… Teach me to dream again a little s… Ere this dream, too, sink earthwar… Teach me to dream my heart still p…
What was the spell she wove for me… Life was a common useful thing, An eligible building site To hold a house to shelter me. There were no woodlands whispering…
NOT to the terrible God, avengin… Whose altars struck their roots in… Not to the jealous God, whose mer… The infamy of unclean years withst… But to the God who lit the evenin…