#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
We passed each other, turned and s… I who make other women smile did n… But no man can move mountains in a… So this hard thing is yet to do. But first I want your life:—befor…
To-night again the moon’s white ma… Stretches across the dormitory flo… While outside, like an evil cat The pion prowls down the dark corr… Planning, I know, to pounce on me…
His heart to me, was a place of pa… I saw it then as we see things in… I remember the tress, and the high… towers; The walls are standing to-day, and…
I remember rooms that have had the… In the steady slowing down of the… The room in Paris, the room at Ge… The little damp room with the seaw… And that ceaseless maddening sound…
Sometimes I know the way You walk, up over the bay; It is a wind from that far sea That blows the fragrance of your h… Or in this garden when the breeze
Sometimes in the over-heated house… Smirking and speaking rather loud, I see myself among the crowd, Where no one fits the singer to hi… Or sifts the unpainted from the pa…
A purple blot against the dead whi… In my friend’s rooms, bathed in th… I had not noticed her before She snatched my eyes and threw the… She did not speak till we came out…
Love love to-day, my dear Love is not always here Wise maids know how soon grows ser… The greenest leaf of Spring. But no man knoweth
My face is against the grass– the… My eyes are shut against the grass… Over my head the curlews call, An… My heart is against the grass and… It does not want to beat any more,
Remember me and smile, as smiling… I have remembered things that went… The dolls with which I grew too w… Or over-wise—kissed, as children d… And so dismissed them; yes, even a…
Up here, with June, the sycamore… Across the window a whispering scr… I shall miss the sycamore more I… Than anything else on this earth t… But I mean to go through the door…
From our low seat beside the fire Where we have dozed and dreamed, a… Or raked the ashes, stooping so We scarcely saw the sun and rain Through the small curtained window…
Sweetheart, for such a day One mustn’t grudge the score; Here, then, it’s all to pay, It’s Good-night at the door. Good-night and good dreams to you,…
Three summers since I chose a mai… Too young maybe—but more’s to do At harvest-time than bide and woo. When us was wed she turned afraid Of love and me and all things huma…
Seventeen years ago you said Something that sounded like Good-… And everybody thinks that you are… But I. So I, as I grow stiff and cold