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Lady Clara Vere de VereWas eight years old, she said:Every ringlet, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden thread. She took her little porringer:Of me she shall not win renown:For the baseness of its nature shall have strength to drag herdown.…
When midnight mists are creeping,And all the land is sleeping,Around me tread the mighty dead,And slowly pass away. Lo, warriors, saints, and sages,From out the vanished ages,With solemn pace and reverend faceAppear and pass away. The blaze of noonday splendour,The…
Matilda Jane, you never lookAt any toy or picture-book.I show you pretty things in vainYou must be blind, Matilda Jane! I ask you riddles, tell you tales,But all our conversation fails.You never answer me againI fear you’re dumb, Matilda Jane!…
Inscribed to a Dear Child:In Memory of Golden Summer HoursAnd Whispers of a Summer Sea Girt with a boyish garb for boyish task,Eager she wields her spade: yet loves as wellRest on a friendly knee, intent to askThe tale he…
“Sister, sister, go to bed!Go and rest your weary head.”Thus the prudent brother said. “Do you want a battered hide,Or scratches to your face applied?”Thus his sister calm replied. “Sister, do not raise my wrath.I’d make you into mutton brothAs…
AY, ’twas here, on this spot,In that summer of yore,Atalanta did notVote my presence a bore,Nor reply to my tenderest talk “She hadheard all that nonsense before.” She’d the brooch I had boughtAnd the necklace and sash on,And her heart,…
Little maidens, when you lookOn this little story-book,Reading with attentive eyeIts enticing history,Never think that hours of playAre your only HOLIDAY,And that in a HOUSE of joyLessons serve but to annoy:If in any HOUSE you findChildren of a gentle mind,Each…
And cannot pleasures, while they last,Be actual unless, when past,They leave us shuddering and aghast,With anguish smarting?And cannot friends be firm and fast,And yet bear parting? And must I then, at Friendship’s call,Calmly resign the little all(Trifling, I grant, it…
A Mother’s breast:Safe refuge from her childish fears,From childish troubles, childish tears,Mists that enshroud her dawning years!see how in sleep she seems to singA voiceless psalm—an offeringRaised, to the glory of her KingIn Love: for Love is Rest. A Darling’s…
Five little girls of Five, Four, Three, Two, One:Rolling on the hearthrug, full of tricks and fun.Five rosy girls, in years from Ten to Six:Sitting down to lessons—no more time for tricks. Five growing girls, from Fifteen to Eleven:Music, Drawing,…