Augusta Davies Webster
Medea In Athens by Augusta Davies Webster

Medea In Athens by Augusta Davies Webster

Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead-- said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural and so indifferent as if the tale ran that a while ago there died a man I ...

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The Old Dream by Augusta Davies Webster

The Old Dream by Augusta Davies Webster

NAY, tell me not. I will not know.Because of her my life is bare,A waste where blow-seeds spring and growThen die because the soil is spent,And leave no token they were there;A ...

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The Missing Star by Augusta Davies Webster

The Missing Star by Augusta Davies Webster

WHY did the star leave the sky,The far, pure sky?Shone she not high and hallowed and fair?Could she not tarry her life-time there?Why must she fall and fade?She had heaven nigh.I ...

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If? by Augusta Davies Webster

If? by Augusta Davies Webster

If I should die this night, (as well might be, So pain has on my weakness worked its will), And they should come at morn and look on me Lying more white than I am wont, and still ...

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Waiting by Augusta Davies Webster

Waiting by Augusta Davies Webster

A YOUNG fair girl among her flowers,And, as to blossoms born in May,Her morrows still brought sunnier hoursThan made up sunny yesterday.She did but wait: 'Hope is so sweet;We love ...

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The Manuscript Of Saint Alexius by Augusta Davies Webster

The Manuscript Of Saint Alexius by Augusta Davies Webster

There came a child into the solemn hall where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard angry disputings on Free-Will in man, Grace, Purity, and the Pelagian creed-- an ignorantly ...

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Tired by Augusta Davies Webster

Tired by Augusta Davies Webster

No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go; I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not need me there. Dear, be content, and take your pleasure; you shall tell me of ...

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A Castaway by Augusta Davies Webster

A Castaway by Augusta Davies Webster

Poor little diary, with its simple thoughts,its good resolves, its "Studied French an hour,""Read Modern History," "Trimmed up my grey hat,""Darned stockings," "Tatted," ...

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News  To The King, Good News For All by Augusta Davies Webster

News To The King, Good News For All by Augusta Davies Webster

'NEWS to the king, good news for all,'The corn is trodden, the river runs red.'News of the battle,' the heralds call,'We have won the field; we have taken the town;We have beaten ...

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Questions And Answer by Augusta Davies Webster

Questions And Answer by Augusta Davies Webster

HAD I a heart till that day?Who knows, who knows?Ere the leaf burst upwards can any say'Here is a green thing hidden awayIn the lingering new year snows'?Could I have loved one ...

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Siste Viator by Augusta Davies Webster

Siste Viator by Augusta Davies Webster

WHAT is it that is dead?Somewhere there is a grave, and something liesCold in the ground, and stirs not for my sighs,Nor songs that I can make, nor smiles from me,Nor tenderest ...

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Once  A Sea-Nymph Loved A Boy by Augusta Davies Webster

Once A Sea-Nymph Loved A Boy by Augusta Davies Webster

ONCE a sea-nymph loved a boy:He and she they loved so well.'Oh the foamy billow's joy!Oh the rippling in the sun!Oh the round waves, one by one, Swaying, swaying, swaying, To and ...

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Once by Augusta Davies Webster

Once by Augusta Davies Webster

I SET a lily long ago;I watched it whiten in the sun;I loved it well, I had but one.Then summer-time was done,The wind came and the rain,My lily bent, lay low.Only the night-time ...

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The Brook Rhine by Augusta Davies Webster

The Brook Rhine by Augusta Davies Webster

SMALL current of the wilds afar from men,Changing and sudden as a baby's mood;Now a green babbling rivulet in the wood,Now loitering broad and shallow through the glen,Or ...

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No News From The War by Augusta Davies Webster

No News From The War by Augusta Davies Webster

I.— At The Camp.'IS she sitting in the meadowWhere the brook leaps to the mill,Leaning low against the poplar,Dreamily and still?Now, with joined hands, grave, now ...

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In After Years by Augusta Davies Webster

In After Years by Augusta Davies Webster

LOVE is dying. Why then, let it die.Trample it down, that it die more fast.What is a rose that has lost its bloom?What is a fruit with its freshness past?And where is the worth of ...

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Not Love by Augusta Davies Webster

Not Love by Augusta Davies Webster

I HAVE not yet I could have loved thee, sweet;Nor know I wherefore, thou being all thou art,The engrafted thought in me throve incomplete,And grew to summer strength in every ...

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She Has Made Me Wayside Posies by Augusta Davies Webster

She Has Made Me Wayside Posies by Augusta Davies Webster

She has made me wayside posies: here they stand, Bringing fresh memories of where they grew. As new-come travellers from a world we knew Wake every while some image of their land, ...

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Coming Home by Augusta Davies Webster

Coming Home by Augusta Davies Webster

Five minutes here, and they must steal two more! shameful! Here have I been five mortal years and not seen home nor one dear kindred face, and these abominable slugs, this guard, ...

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Marjory by Augusta Davies Webster

Marjory by Augusta Davies Webster

Spring Stornelli.THE RIVULET.OH clear smooth rivulet, creeping through our bridgeWith backward waves that cling around the shore,And is thy world beyond the dim blue ridgeMore ...

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Poulain The Prisoner by Augusta Davies Webster

Poulain The Prisoner by Augusta Davies Webster

I.BEYOND his silent vault green springs went by,The river flashed along its open way,Blithe swallows flitted in their billowy play,And the sweet lark went quivering up the ...

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The Butterfly by Augusta Davies Webster

The Butterfly by Augusta Davies Webster

VIATOR loquitur'Royal in purple and gold and red,Free, and unknowing sorrow,Blithely and lithely to and fro,With flowers for thy choosing still a-blow,Flaunt through the idle ...

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The Oldest Inhabitant by Augusta Davies Webster

The Oldest Inhabitant by Augusta Davies Webster

'AND when came I to this town?' did he say!A question asked for the asking's sake,Answered merely an answer to make,As stranger to stranger may;Answered enough with ''Twas ...

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The Sky-Lark’s Song by Augusta Davies Webster

The Sky-Lark’s Song by Augusta Davies Webster

WINGED voice to tell the skies of earth,Dear earth-born lark, sing on, sing clear,Sing into heaven that she may hear;Sing what thou wilt, so she but knowThine ecstasy of summer ...

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Too Soon So Fair, Fair Lilies by Augusta Davies Webster

Too Soon So Fair, Fair Lilies by Augusta Davies Webster

TOO soon so fair, fair lilies;To bloom is then to wane;The folded bud has stillTo-morrow at its will;Blown flowers can never blow again.Too soon so bright, bright noontide;The sun ...

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St. Ame by Augusta Davies Webster

St. Ame by Augusta Davies Webster

A SUNNY glade below the bridge;Clear shadows branching through a stream;A hillock purple to the ridgeWith velvet thyme; and the far gleamOf white clouds in a dream,Floating above ...

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The Sea-Maid’s Song by Augusta Davies Webster

The Sea-Maid’s Song by Augusta Davies Webster

'OH, love me! love me!'The sea-maid sings ori the pebbly shore—'Love me! oh, love me!'The tears they gather, the tears run o'er;She looks to the sea, she looks to the hill,But no ...

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Not To Be by Augusta Davies Webster

Not To Be by Augusta Davies Webster

THE rose said 'Let but this long rain be past,And I shall feel my sweetness in the sunAnd pour its fullness into life at last.'But when the rain was done,But when dawn sparkled ...

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Tis Hard by Augusta Davies Webster

Tis Hard by Augusta Davies Webster

'Tis hard that the full summer of our round Is but the turn where winter's sign-post's writ; That to have reached the best is leaving it; That final loss bears date from having ...

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The First Spring Day by Augusta Davies Webster

The First Spring Day by Augusta Davies Webster

THE sunshine died long ago,Stifled out long ago,And the waste of the world was grey,And night was the best to know,For night was to doze and forget the day,To be warm and ...

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To-Day by Augusta Davies Webster

To-Day by Augusta Davies Webster

OH God, where hast thou hidden Truth? Oh Truth,Where is the road to God?Lo, we, that should be old, have learned our youth;We are not manly ripe; we have not dowerOf all the ...

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Ni-Chan’s Dirge For Yen-Oey by Augusta Davies Webster

Ni-Chan’s Dirge For Yen-Oey by Augusta Davies Webster

SO soon asleep! Now must the coming yearsWeep ignorantly their loss they cannot know,And life miss ever what has never beenWe weep to-day, let theirs be sadder tearsWho have not ...

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The Old Love by Augusta Davies Webster

The Old Love by Augusta Davies Webster

IYou love me, only me. Do I not know? If I were gone your life would be no more Than his who, hungering on a rocky shore, Shipwrecked, alone, observes the ebb and flow Of hopeless ...

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Miles  And Miles Of Here And There by Augusta Davies Webster

Miles And Miles Of Here And There by Augusta Davies Webster

MILES and miles of here and thereOur eager river forced its way,Bent to be it knew not where.It had no rest in delay;And for its haste it had no aim;Wherefore go? But wherefore ...

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The Pine by Augusta Davies Webster

The Pine by Augusta Davies Webster

The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost,The very oak grows shivering and sere,The trees are barren when the summer's lost:But one tree keeps its goodness all the year. Green ...

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Safe by Augusta Davies Webster

Safe by Augusta Davies Webster

Wild wintry wind, storm through the night, Dash the black clouds against the sky, Hiss through the billows seething white, Fling the rock-surf in spray on high. Hurl the high seas ...

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The Swallows by Augusta Davies Webster

The Swallows by Augusta Davies Webster

AH! swallows, is it so?Did loving lingering summer, whose slow paceTarried among late blossoms, loth to go,Gather the darkening cloud-wraps round her faceAnd weep herself away in ...

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