#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
IF I only had time! I could make you a rhyme. But my time is kept flying By smiling and sighing And living and dying for you.
LAURELS, bring laurels, sheaves… Till England’s boughs are bare of… Soon comes the flower more rare, m… Than any laurel this year weaves— The Aloe of the hundredth year
WE might have held back from Love… For many a wistful sad-and-happy d… Tasting the voluntary sweet delay Of lips that at the cup’s edge tou… Yet will not drink, knowing that w…
PALE veil of mist bound round th… Pale fringe of rain upon the hills… Cold earth, cold sky and biting br… That mock the withered daffodils. And yet so short a while ago,
Does the wind sing in your ears at… Rattling the windows and doors of… Do you hear its song as it flies o… Do you feel the kiss that the wind… Or, wrapt in a lamplit quiet, do y…
In the great green park with the w… The wooden palings so hard to clim… There are fern and foxglove, primr… And green things growing all the t… And out in the open the daisies gr…
LET them sing of their primrose a… Their daffodil-gold-coloured hair, Their bluebells, blue eyes, and wh… All the pale dreamy things they fi… Give me stir of brown leaves in th…
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…
‘LOVE me little, love me long,’ Is the burden of my song, And if nothing more may be Little shall suffice for me. But if you could crown with flower…
WHEN I am busying about, Sewing on buttons, tapes, and stri… Hanging the week’s wet washing out Or ironing the children’s things, Sweeping and dusting, cleaning gra…
ONCE I loved, and my heart bowed… Subject and slave, for Love was a… He sat above with sceptre and crow… Turning his eyes from my sorrowing… The laugh of a god on his lips lay…
RED tulip-buds last night caresse… The sacred ivory of her breast. She met me, eager to divine What gold-heart bud of hope was mi… Nor eyes nor lips were strong to p…
NIGHT wind sighing through the p… Trembling of the aspen, shivering… Every leafy voice of all the night… Mourning, weeping over Chloe’s pi… Chloe, fresher than the breeze of…
I WANDERED in the enchanted wo… And as I wandered there, I sang A song I never understood, Though sweet the music rang. I held a lily white and fair,
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…