#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
EVOLVING, changing, onwards st… We must advance, invent, construct… No matter what a price we have to… We must obtain perfection, and no… Perfection in our luxuries, the ho…
THESE three grey walls are still… Though the fourth wide wall has cr… Where the sea swept by when the la… And the great waves thundered alon… Under the sailing seagull’s feathe…
WHEN the corn is green and the p… And the fields are crimson with lo… When the elms are black deep overh… And the shade lies cool where the… When the blackbird whistles the so…
You see the fairies dancing in the… Laughing, leaping, sparkling with… You see the gnomes, at work beneat… Make gold and silver and diamonds… You see the angels, sliding down t…
Gray is the sea, and the skies are… They are ghosts of our blue, brigh… And gray are the breasts of the gu… Like tortured souls in an evil dre… There is white on the wings of the…
OVER the meadow and down the lan… To the gate by the twisted thorn: Your feet should know each turn of… You trod so many many a day, Before the old love was put out of…
I HAD a star to sing by, a beaut… But when I sang of its splendour… ‘Sweet are your songs, yet the sin… He hymns but stars unbeholden of u… Glow-worms we see and marshlights;…
The wind is crying in the night, Like a lost child; The waves break wonderful and whit… And wild. The drenched sea-poppies swoon alo…
The enchanted hour, The magic bower, Where, crowned with roses, Love love discloses. ‘Kiss me, my lover;
THIS is the day of our glory; th… Under her dusty laurels England s… Dreams of her days of honour, terr… Days of the making of story, days… When all her fate and her future h…
THE lilies lean to the white, whi… The sweet limes send to the blosso… Soft kisses borne by the golden be… And all the world is alive, awake, And glad to the heart for the summ…
MAKE strong your door with bolt… Make every window fast; Strong brass and iron as they are, They are so easy passed— So easy broken and cast aside,
I gathered shells upon the sand, Each shell a little perfect thing, So frail, yet potent to withstand The mountain-waves’ wild buffeting… Through storms no ship could dare…
WHEN I am young again I’ll hoar… Nor deem that inexhaustible it is, Remembering old age comes after th… Joy grows to pain; Nor waste one moment of youth’s ro…
Oh, the nights were dark and cold, When my love was gone. And life was hard to hold When my love was gone. I was wise, I never gave