Ada Cambridge

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

Ada Cambridge Poems

1. Dead 3/2/2010
2. The Old Maid's Story 3/2/2010
3. The Silence In The Church 3/2/2010
4. The Kind Word 3/2/2010
5. The Easter Decorations 3/2/2010
6. Home-Sick 3/2/2010
7. The Last Battle Of The Cid 3/2/2010
8. The Midnight Mass 3/2/2010
9. The Future Verdict 3/2/2010
10. The Season 3/2/2010
11. This Enlightened Age 3/2/2010
12. Tired 3/2/2010
13. The Coo Of The Cushat 3/2/2010
14. Unstrung 3/2/2010
15. London 3/3/2010
16. Grey 3/2/2010
17. Too Late. 3/3/2010
18. Wasted 3/2/2010
19. Good Night 3/3/2010
20. Cui Bono 3/3/2010
21. In Memoriam 3/2/2010
22. Fashion 3/2/2010
23. The Vain Question 3/2/2010
24. Sic Vos Non Vobis 3/2/2010
25. The Winged Mariners 3/2/2010
26. Evensong 3/2/2010
27. The Shadow 3/3/2010
28. Midnight 3/3/2010
29. The Resting-Place 3/2/2010
30. Responsibility 3/3/2010
31. Ordained 3/3/2010
32. The Hand In The Dark 3/2/2010
33. Empty 3/2/2010
34. Lord Nevil's Advice 3/2/2010
35. The Legend Of Lady Gertrude 3/2/2010
36. Practising The Anthem 3/2/2010
37. The Night 3/2/2010
38. The Hands That Hang Down 3/2/2010
39. Reaction 3/3/2010
40. Nightfall In The Fens 3/3/2010

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A Dream Of Venice

NUMB, half asleep, and dazed with whirl of wheels,
And gasp of steam, and measured clank of chains,
I heard a blithe voice break a sudden pause,
Ringing familiarly through the lamp-lit night,
“Wife, here's your Venice!”
I was lifted down,
And gazed about in stupid wonderment,
Holding my little Katie by the hand—
My yellow-haired step-daughter. And again
Two strong arms led me to the water-brink,
And laid me on soft cushions in a boat,—
A queer boat, by a queerer boatman manned—
Swarthy-faced, ragged, with a scarlet cap—
Whose wild, weird ...

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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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