#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
AH, turn your pretty eyes away! You would not have me love again? Love’s pleasure does not live a da… Immortal is Love’s pain, And I am tired of pain.
ON this old lawn, where lost hour… Across the shadows dark with dew, Where autumn on the thick sweet gr… Has laid a weary leaf or two, When the young morning, keenly swe…
A PRINCESS, sleeping in enchan… Earth springs to waking at Spring… And after winter’s cold, unlovely… Laughs out to find how beautiful s… Spring flings a song across the fi…
NOW veiled in the inviolable past Love lies asleep, who never more w… Nor would you wake him, even for m… Who for your sake pray he sleep so… What good thing had we of him—we w…
If Jesus came to London, Came to London to-day, He would not go to the West End, He would come down our way; He’d talk with the children dancin…
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
THROUGH the wood, the green woo… Love and I went maying a thousand… Shafts of golden sunlight had made… In my heart reflected, because I… Through the wood, the chill wood,…
THROUGH her fair world of bloss… Veiled with her maiden innocence,… Not all the splendour of the waxin… She sees, nor all the colour of th… And yet who knows what finer hues…
WHEN I am glad I need your eyes To be the stars of Paradise; Your lips to be the seal of all The joy life grants, and dreams re… Your hand, to lie my hands between
OH God! if I do my duty And walk in the thorny way, Will you pay me with heavens of be… Millions of lives away? Will you give me the music of heav…
‘LOVE me little, love me long,’ Is the burden of my song, And if nothing more may be Little shall suffice for me. But if you could crown with flower…
And you have me and I have you, When there are roses all the way, And April days and nights of May, And life is joy the whole day long… Not now can passion flower in song…
22nd January, 1901. THE Queen is dead. God save the… In this his hour of grief, When sorrow gathers memories in a… To lay them on his shoulders as he…
‘It is the skylark come.’ For sha… Robert-a-Cockney is thy name: Robert-a-Field would surely know That skylarks, bless them, never g… * * *
WHEN I was young how fair the sk… Such folly of cloud, such blue dep… Such dews of morn, such calms of e… So many the lure and the reprieve— Life seemed a toy to break and men…