#English #Women
UNTIL her death!' the words read… Like things afar off suddenly brou… Will it be slow or speedy, full of… Or calm as a spent day of peace id… II.
YOU remember where in starlight We two wandered hand in hand, While the night-flowers poured the… And night-airs the still earth fan… There I, walking yester even,
FACE upward to the sky Quiet I lie: Quiet as if the finger of God’s w… Had bade this human mechanism ‘be… And sent the intangible essence, t…
THE tide has ebbed away: No more wild dashings 'gainst the… Nor swayings amidst sea-weed false… The hues of gardens gay: No laugh of little wavelets at the…
February 23, 1858. BURIED to-day. When the soft green buds are burst… And up on the south wind comes a s… Of village boys and girls at play
SOFT of voice and light of hand As the fairest in the land— Who can rightly understand My love Annie? Simple in her thoughts and ways,
SILENT and sunny was the way Where Youth and I danced on toget… So winding and embowered o’er, We could not see one rood before. Nevertheless all merrily
FU’ yellow lie the corn rigs Far doun the braid hillside; It is the brawest harst field Alang the shores o’Clyde,— And I’m a puir harst-lassie
SOUL, spirit, genius—which thou… I know not, rose upon this mortal… Like the sun o’er the mountains, a… Seen large through mists of childi… And year by year with me uptravell…
AUTUMN to winter, winter into s… Spring into summer, summer into fa… So rolls the changing year, and so… Motion so swift, we know not that… Till at the gate of some memorial…
TUNE—'God rest ye, merry gentlem… GOD rest ye, merry gentlemen; let… For Jesus Christ, our Saviour, w… The dawn rose red o’er Bethlehem,… When Jesus Christ, our Saviour,…
A WIND-SWEPT tulip-bed—a colo… Of butterflies careering in the ai… A many-figured arras stirred to li… And merry unto midnight music dumb… So the dance whirls. Do any think…
We should not sit us down and sigh… My girl, whose brow a fane appears… Whose steadfast eyes look royally Backwards and forwards o’er the ye… The long, long years of conquered…
WE clutch our joys as children do… We look at them, but scarce believ… Till our hot palms have smirched t… And crushed their dewy beauty unaw… But the wise Gardener, whose they…
MY Friend wears a cheerful smile… And a musical tongue has he; We sit and look in each other’s fa… And are very good company. A heart he has, full warm and red