#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
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…
THERE are white moon daisies in… Where the flowered grass scatters… There are purple orchis by the woo… There are pale dog-roses by the wh… And the grass, the grass is tall,…
IN the deep heart of furthest fai… Where foot of man has never trodde… The enchanted portals of her palac… And there her sleepless sentinels… All round grow forests of white eg…
I WENT back to our home to-day That still its robe of roses wore; My feet took the old easy way, And led me to our door. And you are gone and never more
AND it is fair and very fair This maze of blossom and sweet air… This drift of orchard snows, This royal promise of the rose Wherein your young eyes see
Hold your hands to the blaze; Winter is here With the short cold days, Bleak, keen and drear. Was there ever a day
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,
WHILE yet the air is keen, and n… Nor any vaguest thrills of heart d… The presence of the springtime in… Through the raw dawn the shepherd… The wee white lambs—the little hel…
THE house sleeps dark and the moo… The fields are alight with dew; ‘Oh, will you not come to me, Lov… I have waited the whole night thro… For I knew,
NOW that the curtains are drawn c… Now that the fire burns low, And on her narrow bed the rose Is stark laid out in snow; Now that the wind of winter blows
The Spirit of Darkness, the Prin… The terror that walketh by night,… The legions of Evil, alert and aw… Press round him each hour; and I… God! call up Thy legions to fight…
COUNTRY ‘SWEET are the lanes and the hed… With tall field-sorrel, and daisie… Sweet is the way through the woods… Linger by stile or by bank where w…
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…
THROUGH many days and many days The seed of love lay hidden close; We walked the dusty tiresome ways Where never a leaf or blossom grow… And in the darkness, all the while…
DRAW close the curtains, and shu… The spring’s green glow and glitte… The resurrection-life of spring To me brings no fresh blossoming; I’m wearied of the flowers about—