#English #Victorians #Women
Well hast thou spoken, and yet not… A feeling strange or new; Thou hast but roused a latent thou… A cloud—closed beam of sunshine br… To gleam in open view.
For him who struck thy foreign str… I ween this heart has ceased to ca… Then why dost thou such feelings b… To my sad spirit—old Guitar? It is as if the warm sunlight
The moon is full this winter night… The stars are clear, though few; And every window glistens bright, With leaves of frozen dew. The sweet moon through your lattic…
When weary with the long day’s car… And earthly change from pain to pa… And lost and ready to despair, Thy kind voice calls me back again… Oh, my true friend! I am not lone…
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage—time of May With her young lover, June. From her mother’s heart, seemed lo…
How clear she shines! How quietly I lie beneath her guardian light; While heaven and earth are whisper… “ Tomorrow, wake, but, dream to—ni… Yes, Fancy, come, my Fairy love!
Far, far away is mirth withdrawn 'Tis three long hours before the m… And I watch lonely, drearily — So come thou shade commune with me Deserted one! thy corpse lies cold
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child… Forsake thy books, and mateless pl… And, while the night is gathering… We’ll talk its pensive hours away;…
It was a little budding rose, Round like a fairy globe, And shyly did its leaves unclose Hid in their mossy robe, But sweet was the slight and spicy…
Riches I hold in light esteem; And Love I laugh to scorn; And lust of fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn: And if I pray, the only prayer
Well, some may hate and some may s… And some may quite forget thy name… But my sad heart must ever mourn Thy ruined hopes, they blighted fa… 'Twas thus I thought, an hour ago…
Tell me, tell me, smiling child, What the past is like to thee? “An Autumn evening soft and mild With a wind that sighs mournfully.… Tell me, what is the present hour?
The night is darkening round me, The wild winds coldly blow; But a tyrant spell has bound me, And I cannot, cannot go. The giant trees are bending
Loud without the wind was roaring Through th’ autumnal sky; Drenching wet, the cold rain pouri… Spoke of winter nigh. All too like that dreary eve,
Riches I hold in light esteem And Love I laugh to scorn And lust of Fame was but a dream That vanished with the morn– And if I pray, the only prayer