#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
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
O CHRIST, born on the holy day, I have no gift to give my King; No flowers grow by my weary way; I have no birthday song to sing. How can I sing Thy name and prais…
There is a garden made for our del… Where all the dreams we dare not d… I know it, but I do not know the… We slip and tumble in the doubtful… Where everything is difficult and…
(Who asked a Song in Spring) WHY do you bid your poet sing, Who has no mind to song— Who only wants to see the Spring, Long sought and tarrying long?
PART I UNDER the shade of convent tower… Where fast and vigil mark the hour… From childhood into youth there gr… A maid as fresh as April dew,
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…
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
What was the spell she wove for me… Life was a common useful thing, An eligible building site To hold a house to shelter me. There were no woodlands whispering…
UNBIND thine eyes, with thine o… Look on the sins that made thy lif… Behold how poor thy vaunted virtue… How weak thy faith, thy deeds how… How far from thy high dreams thy l…
‘What of the garden I gave?’ God said to me; ‘Hast thou been diligent to foster… The life of flower and tree? How have the roses thriven,
OUR boat has drifted with the str… That stirs the river’s full sweet… And now she stays where gold flags… By meadow-sweet’s pale foam of blo… Sedge-warblers sing the sun the so…
You need not call at the Inn; I have ordered my bed: Fair linen sheets therein And a tester of lead. No musty fusty scents
NOW the vexed clouds, wind-driven… Long leaning wings across the sea… The waves creep back bequeathing t… The treasure-house of their desert… And where the nearer waves curl wh…
LOVE is no bird that nests and f… No rose that buds and blooms and d… No star that shines and disappears… No fire whose ashes strew the year… Love is the god who lights the sta…
IF Love and I were all alone I might forget to grieve, And for his pleasure and my own Might happier garlands weave; But you sit there, and watch us we…