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Ada Cambridge's Poetry, by first line

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  • The Old Manor House
    An old house, crumbling half away, all barnacled and lichen-grown,
    Of saddest, mellowest, softest grey,--with a grand history of its own--
    321 lines
  • At Sea
    When the investing darkness growls,
    And deep reverberates to deep;
    63 lines
  • On Australian Hills
    Earth, outward tuning on her path in space
    This pensive southern face,
    125 lines
  • Honour
    Me let the world disparage and despise --
    As one unfettered with its gilded chains,
    14 lines
  • Despair
    Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near!
    No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!
    14 lines
  • Faith
    And is the great cause lost beyond recall?
    Have all the hopes of ages come to naught?
    14 lines
  • The Virgin Martyr
    Every wild she-bird has nest and mate in the warm April weather,
    But a captive woman, made for love -- no mate, no nest has she.
    21 lines, 1 comment
  • Good-bye
    Good-bye! -- 'tis like a churchyard bell -- good-bye!
    Poor weeping eyes! Poor head, bowed down with woe!
    20 lines
  • What Of The Night?
    To you, who look below,
    Where little candles glow --
    16 lines
  • The Night
    Watchman, what of the night?
    See you a streak of light?
    132 lines
  • The Winged Mariners
    Through the wild night, the silence and the dark,
    Through league on league of the uncharted sky,
    68 lines
  • To-morrow
    The lighthouse shines across the sea;
    The homing fieldfares sing for glee:
    28 lines
  • Mirage
    Is it a will-o'-the-wisp, or is dawn breaking,
    That our horizon wears so strange a hue?
    40 lines
  • A Prayer
    Spirit and Breath of Life, whate'er Thy name!
    Bear with Thy creature, Man,
    36 lines
  • Sic Vos Non Vobis
    Ye, that the untrod paths have braved,
    With heart and brain unbound;
    54 lines
  • An Old Doll
    Low on her little stool she sits
    To make a nursing lap,
    72 lines
  • Granny
    Here, in her elbow chair, she sits
    A soul alert, alive,
    64 lines, 1 comment
  • Mates
    It boots not to retrace the path
    To ages dim and hoar,
    117 lines
  • The Vain Question
    Why should we court the storms that rave and rend,
    Safe at our household hearth?
    78 lines
  • Peace
    The red-rose flush fades slowly in the west.
    The golden water, basking in the light,
    14 lines
  • Wasted
    Each day another soldier in the van,
    Each day a new young worker in the fields,
    14 lines, 2 comments
  • The Mob
    Why stand dumbfounded and aghast,
    As at invading armies sweeping by,
    14 lines
  • Fashion
    See those resplendent creatures, as they glide
    O'er scarlet carpet, between footmen tall,
    15 lines
  • Drunk
    The filthy beast! And is he here again,
    With his foul slobbering mouth and shuffling feet,
    14 lines
  • Outcast
    Perchance for dear Life's sake--and life is sweet--
    When work had failed and roads were deep in snow,
    14 lines
  • Desire
    Bright eyes, sweet lips, with many fevers fill
    The young blood, running wildly, as it must;
    15 lines, 1 comment
  • Vows
    Nay, ask me not. I would not dare pretend
    To constant passion and a life-long trust.
    15 lines
  • Contentment
    Is it a virtue, as the sages say,
    The "trivial round and common task" to ply,
    14 lines
  • Individuality
    Phew! 'T'is a stuffy and stupid place,
    This social edifice by Custom wrought--
    14 lines
  • Influence
    As in the deeps of embryonic night,
    Out of unfathomable obscurities
    15 lines
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