Augusta Davies Webster
Born in January 30, 1837 / Died in September 5, 1894 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Augusta Davies Webster
Disenchanted
... For, lo, the hollow old content was vain, How shall it live again ...
A Bird and flower upon the tree
... " "Bird who art dew-drops and flame, bird who art rapture and song,&emsp ...
The First Spring Day
... And blossoms will know there is end of the dark: ...
Ni-Chans Dirge For Yen-Oey
... That should have scattered seed of following flowers! ...
Love's Mourner
... With a fresh wound of each pierced through the breast ...
While the woods were green
... Shrinking, shivering, in my breast: ...
Young Laughters, and My Music!
... Dear voice, the first-come birds but trill as thou ...
Questions And Answer
... In their one day's dawn, can they judge and aver ...
Medea in Athens
... What thou! Have the dead no room, or do they drive thee forth ...
Tell thee truth, sweet; no
... no. Truth's the east wind on the Spring ...
The Old Dream
... Too sweet low voice! too trustful eyes! ...
A Soul in Prison
... Do you move one stumbling-block that bars out souls from Heaven ...
Young May sat fainting and chill
... She looked and hated the sky, ...
Dear love, good-night
... ,Seal up her lids like these drowsed flowers, ...
Belated
... The chills that brown the ferns are come ...
