#English #Women #XIXCentury #XXCentury
You needn’t pray for me, old lady,… I’m fit and jolly as ever I was—y… When I go whistling down the road… She needn’t think I’m whistling h… If I pass her house a dozen times…
THE child was yours and none of m… And yet you gave it me to keep, And bade me sew it raiment fine, And wrap my kisses round its sleep… I carried it upon my breast,
O LOVE, let us part now! Ours is the tremulous, low-spoken… Ours is the spell of meeting hands… The first, involuntary, sacred kis… Still on our lips in benediction l…
NEVER again: No child shall stir the inmost hea… And teach her heaven by that first… No little lips shall lie against h… Save the cold lips that now lie th…
A YEAR ago we walked the wood— A year ago to-day; A blackbird fluttered round her br… Deep in the white-flowered may. We trod the happy woodland ways,
The grass was gray with the moonli… The stones were white as I came t… I came down the path by the thirte… Through the blocks of shade that t… And when I came to the high lych-…
ONE came to me in royal guise With banners flying fair and free But many griefs had made me wise And I refused to bow the knee. Then one drew near who bore the fl…
THE young Spring air was strong… The sky reflected in your eyes Was of a blue as deep-divine As ever glowed in southern skies. We passed from out the sunny lane
SPRING, pretty Spring, what tre… Green grass and buttercups, cherry… Sunshine to be glad with me, and l… Warm nests to call me along the wo… Spring, happy Spring, what wonder…
Across the field of day In sudden blazon lay The pallid bar of gold Borne on the shield of day. Night had endured so long,
TWO strangers, from opposing pole… Meet in the torrid zone of Love: And their desire seems set above The limitation of their souls. This is the trap; this is the snar…
You need not call at the Inn; I have ordered my bed: Fair linen sheets therein And a tester of lead. No musty fusty scents
If you loved me I could trust you… While the sun shone and the wind b… To the utmost of the meshes of the… If you loved me, if you loved me—b… I love you—and I cannot trust you…
IT is not Love, this beautiful un… This tremor of longing that invade… For Love is in his grave this man… He will not rise—I do not wish hi… It is not memory, for your face an…
AGE pauses on his toilsome way To let youth pluck her flowers of… Flowers are not always, but we may Cut thorns and thistles any day. Would Fate but hold her hand one…