#English #Women
REST—rest—four little letters, o… Enfolding an infinitude of bliss— Rest is upon the earth. The heavy… Hang poised in silent ether, motio… Seeking nor sun nor breeze. No re…
IN face of a great sorrow like to… How do we wrestle night and day wi… How do we fast and pray; how small… The outside world, while, hanging… Of fragile hope, the chamber where…
A FRIEND stands at the door; In either tight-closed hand Hiding rich gifts, three hundred a… Waiting to strew them daily o’er t… Even as seed the sower.
LABORARE est orare: We, black-visaged sons of toil, From the coal-mine and the anvil And the delving of the soil,— From the loom, the wharf, the ware…
O LIVE! (Thus seems it we should say to ou… Each held by such slight links, so… And I can let thee go to the worl… All precious names, companion, lov…
IN the June twilight, in the soft… The yellow sun-glow trembling thro… As my love lay quiet, came the sol… ‘All these things forever—forever—… My love she sank down quivering, l…
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,
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…
SURELY, dame Nature made you in… Of old-world women—Chriemhild, or… Aslauga, or Boadicea fierce and f… Or Berengaria as she rose, her li… Yet ruddy from the poison that ano…
February 25th, 1851. YOU are to be married, Mary; This hour as I wakeful lie In the dreamy dawn of the morning, Your wedding hour draws nigh;
LAY him beneath his snows, The great Norse giant who in thes… Troubled the nations. Gather dece… The imperial robes about him. ‘T… This demi-god. Or rather it was m…
ALL shimmering in the morning shi… And diamonded with dew, And quivering in the scented wind That thrills its green heart throu… The little field, the smiling fiel…
FROM the near city comes the cla… Their hundred jarring diverse tone… In one faint misty harmony, as fin… As the soft note yon winter robin… What if to Thee in Thine Infinit…
‘O HEART, my heart!’ she said,… His mate the blackbird calling, While through the sheen of the gar… May rain was softly falling,— Aye softly, softly falling.
HOLY Lord Jesus, Thou wilt sear… This lost piece of silver,—this tr… In casket or bosom, once of such s… Now lying under the dust of Thy f… Gentle Lord Jesus, Thou wilt mov…