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Augusta Davies Webster's Poetry, by first line

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  • A Castaway
    Poor little diary, with its simple thoughts,
    its good resolves, its "Studied French an hour,"
    662 lines, 1 comment
  • Deserted
    No, mother, I am not sad:
    Why think me sad? I was always still,
    56 lines, 1 comment
  • The Happiest Girl in the World
    A week ago; only a little week:
    it seems so much much longer, though that day
    266 lines
  • If?
    If I should die this night, (as well might be,
    So pain has on my weakness worked its will),
    51 lines
  • A Preacher
    "Lest that by any means
    When I have preached to others I myself
    263 lines
  • Safe
    Wild wintry wind, storm through the night,
    Dash the black clouds against the sky,
    12 lines
  • The Pine
    The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost,
    The very oak grows shivering and sere,
    8 lines
  • Young Laughters, and My Music!
    Young laughters, and my music! Aye till now
    The voice can reach no blending minors near;
    14 lines
  • Love's Mourner
    'Tis men who say that through all hurt and pain
    The woman's love, wife's, mother's, still will hold,
    14 lines
  • She Has Made Me Wayside Posies
    She has made me wayside posies: here they stand,
    Bringing fresh memories of where they grew.
    14 lines
  • Tis Hard
    'Tis hard that the full summer of our round
    Is but the turn where winter's sign-post's writ;
    14 lines
  • The Brook Leaps Riotous
    The brook leaps riotous with its life just found,
    That freshets from the mountain rains have fed,
    14 lines
  • Birds Sing I Love You, Love
    Birds sing \
    14 lines
  • Medea in Athens
    Dead is he? Yes, our stranger guest said dead--
    said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing
    287 lines
  • Circe
    The sun drops luridly into the west;
    darkness has raised her arms to draw him down
    211 lines
  • Tired
    No not to-night, dear child; I cannot go;
    I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come;
    413 lines
  • Coming Home
    Five minutes here, and they must steal two more!
    shameful! Here have I been five mortal years
    204 lines
  • In an Almshouse
    Oh the dear summer evening! How the air
    is mellow with the delicate breath of flowers
    451 lines
  • An Inventor
    Not yet!
    I thought this time 'twas done at last,
    210 lines
  • A Dilettante
    Good friend, be patient: goes the world awry?
    well, can you groove it straight with all your pains?
    180 lines
  • The Manuscript of Saint Alexius
    There came a child into the solemn hall
    where great Pope Innocent sat throned and heard
    632 lines
  • The Violet And The Rose
    The violet in the wood, that's sweet to-day,
    Is longer sweet than roses of red June;
    8 lines
  • A Song Of A Spring-Time
    TOO rash, sweet birds, spring is not spring;
    Sharp winds are fell in east and north;
    13 lines
  • Belated
    BLITHE summer blossom, born too late,
    Wilt make my desert garden fair?
    17 lines
  • Siste Viator
    WHAT is it that is dead?
    Somewhere there is a grave, and something lies
    49 lines
  • Not Love
    I HAVE not yet I could have loved thee, sweet;
    Nor know I wherefore, thou being all thou art,
    28 lines
  • The Flower By The Path
    A FLOWER was growing alone,
    Then alone and for ever alone:
    11 lines
  • The Oldest Inhabitant
    "AND when came I to this town?" did he say!
    A question asked for the asking's sake,
    210 lines
  • The Wind’s Tidings In August 1870
    "OH voice of summer winds among the trees,
    What soft news art thou bringing to us here?
    48 lines
  • No News From The War
    I.— At The Camp.
    "IS she sitting in the meadow
    55 lines
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