#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
From our low seat beside the fire Where we have dozed and dreamed an… Or raked the ashes, stopping so We scarcely saw the sun or rain Above, or looked much higher
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…
Lord when I look at lovely things… Under old trees the shadow of youn… Dancing to please the wind along t… Or the gold stillness of the Augu… Can I believe there is a heavenli…
Tide be runnin’ the great world ov… ’Twas only last June month I mind… Was thinkin’ the toss and the call… So everlastin’ as the sea. Heer’s the same little fishes that…
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,…
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…
Lend me, a little while, the key That locks your heavy heart, and… Rarer than books and ribbons and b… This little Key of Dreams out of… The road, the road, beyond men’s b…
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
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…
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…
Bury your heart in some deep green… Or hide it up in a kind old tree; Better still, give it the swallow When she goes over the sea. In Saturday’s Market there’s eggs…
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…
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…
The town is old and very steep A place of bells and cloisters and… And black-clad people walking in t… A nun, a priest, a woman taking fl… To her new grave; and watched from…
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…