Ada Cambridge

[Ada Cross] (21 November 1844 – 19 July 1926 / St Gemans, Norfolk)

Ada Cambridge Poems

41. Good-Bye 1/4/2003
42. Granny 3/2/2010
43. Grey 3/2/2010
44. Holy Communion 3/2/2010
45. Home-Sick 3/2/2010
46. Honour 1/4/2003
47. I Dare Not 3/3/2010
48. In Memoriam 3/2/2010
49. Individuality 3/2/2010
50. Influence 3/2/2010
51. Learn 3/2/2010
52. Listening 3/3/2010
53. London 3/3/2010
54. Looking In The Fire 3/2/2010
55. Lord Nevil's Advice 3/2/2010
56. Mates 3/2/2010
57. Midnight 3/3/2010
58. Mirage 3/2/2010
59. Nightfall In The Fens 3/3/2010
60. On Australian Hills 1/1/2004
61. Ordained 3/3/2010
62. Outcast 3/2/2010
63. Peace 3/2/2010
64. Possibilities 3/3/2010
65. Practising The Anthem 3/2/2010
66. Profit And Loss 3/3/2010
67. Reaction 3/3/2010
68. Recollection 3/2/2010
69. Responsibility 3/3/2010
70. Seed-Time And Harvest 3/2/2010
71. Seeking 3/3/2010
72. Shadow And Substance 3/3/2010
73. Sic Vos Non Vobis 3/2/2010
74. The Baptistry 3/2/2010
75. The Candle Of The Lord 3/2/2010
76. The Coo Of The Cushat 3/2/2010
77. The Crown Of Thorns 3/2/2010
78. The Dawn 3/2/2010
79. The Dawn Of God's Sabbath 1/1/2004
80. The Easter Decorations 3/2/2010
Best Poem of Ada Cambridge

Fallen

For want of bread to eat and clothes to wear —
Because work failed and streets were deep in snow,
And this meant food and fire — she fell so low,
Sinning for dear life's sake, in sheer despair.
Or, because life was else so bald and bare,
The natural woman in her craved to know
The warmth of passion — as pale buds to blow
And feel the noonday sun and fertile air.

And who condemns? She who, for vulgar gain
And in cold blood, and not for love or need,
Has sold her body to more vile disgrace —
The prosperous matron, with her comely face —
Wife by the law, ...

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Honour

Me let the world disparage and despise --
   As one unfettered with its gilded chains,
   As one untempted by its sordid gains,
Its pleasant vice, its profitable lies;
Let Justice, blind and halt and maimed, chastise
   The rebel spirit surging in my veins,
   Let the Law deal me penalties and pains
And make me hideous in my neighbours' eyes.

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