Poems by Ada Cambridge
The Old Manor House
... My broad white brows were bronzed, and scarred with lines of trouble, thought, and care ...
Outcast
... When work had failed and roads were deep in snow, ...
An Old Doll
... One chipped glass eye that squints askew, ...
In Memoriam
... "He asked life of thee, and thou gavest him a long life, even for ever and ever ...
By A Norfolk Broad
... Tell these shy hearts, so wronged and wrung, that all men's hearts are not alike ...
Drunk
... With his foul slobbering mouth and shuffling feet, ...
Mates
... Where were the brains, the hands, the hearts, ...
The Mob
... Men, with gaunt wives and hungry children, cast ...
The Baptistry
... and I crept With slow, hush'd footsteps, o'er the shadow'd floor, ...
The Candle Of The Lord
... " "The Spirit itself beareth witness with our spirit, that we are the children of God ...
Wasted
... But, oh, how few the saved, how small the gain, ...
The Dawn
... - All was quiet, grey, and still, ...
The Vain Question
... And crack our heartstrings with the stress and strain, ...
The Kind Word
... Through ear and heart-through all the peace of life! ...
On Australian Hills
... Then, from their grave of darkness, wood and lawn ...
