#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
EYES caught by beauty, fancy by… Sweet possibilities, question, and… What did her smile say? What has… Her standard, what? Am I o’er it… Flutter in meeting—in absence drea…
Will you go a-maying, a-maying, a-… Come and be my Queen of May and p… The fields are full of daisy buds… The bird is on the nest, dear, the… ‘If I go with you, if I go a-mayi…
I was picking raspberries, my head… And he came behind and kissed me,… Says he, 'You take it easy! That… I love you hot as fire, my girl, a… So won’t you name the day?’
In answer to those who have said t… give no personal love to their cou… ENGLAND, my country, austere in… Set in the seat of the mighty, wie… Have we but sung of your glory, fi…
There was never winter, summer onl… Pink and white and red, Shining down the warm rich garden… Quiet trees and lawns of dappled s… Silver lilies, whisper of mignonet…
DEAR goddess of the shining shri… Where all my votive tapers burn, Where every gold-embroidered thoug… And all my flowers of life are bro… —With many, alas! that are not min…
(Rosamund.) The fairies have been busy while y… They have been laughing where the… They have taught Beauty to the ig… Set tasks of hope to weary wind-to…
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…
Here’s a rose that blows for Chlo… Fair as ever a rose in June was, Now the garden’s silent, snowy, Where the burning summer noon was. In your garden’s summer glory
I DO not catch these subtle shade… Your fine distinctions are too fin… This meeting, scheming, longing, t… To me mean love, and only love, yo… In me at least ’tis love, you will…
NOW the far waves roll nearer and… The wind’s awake, the pitiless win… It shrieks the menace that I dare… Soon at my feet the angry waves wi… In desolating wrath—and here I st…
THE white snow falls on hill and… The snow falls white by square and… Falls on the town, a bridal veil, And on the fields a winding-sheet. A winding-sheet for last year’s fl…
NOT in rich glebe and ripe green… Does Summer weave her sweet resis… But in high hills, and moorlands w… The vast enchantment of her presen… Wide sky, and sky-wide waste of th…
CHOKED with ill weeds my garden… Hard was the ground, no bud had he… Yet shone your smile there, with y… ‘Have patience, for some day the f… Some weeds you killed, you made a…
THE day was wild with wind and ra… One grey wrapped sky and sea and s… It seemed our marsh would never ag… Wear the rich robes that once it w… The scattered farms looked sad and…