#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Who thinks of June’s first rose t… Only some child, perhaps, with shi… rough bright hair will reach it do… In a green sunny lane, to us almos… As are the fearless stars from the…
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…
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…
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…
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…
White, through the gate it gleamed… In shattered sunshine. The parche… Their scarlet petals from the beds… Like children unloved and ill-kept Dreamed through the hours Two blu…
My heart is lame with running afte… Such a long way, Shall we walk slowly home, looking… Perhaps to-day? Home down the quiet evening roads…
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…
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…
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…
Do you remember the two old people… on the road to Kerity, Resting their sack on the stones,… Looking at us with their lightless… through the driving rain, and then…
Here, in the darkness, where this… Stands nearer than God stands to… And one small candle shines, but n… As the far lights of everlastingne… I’d rather kneel than over there,…
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…
Toll no bell for me, dear Father… Waste no sighs; There are my sisters, there is my… Who plays in the place called Par… Your children all, your children f…
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…