Augusta Davies Webster

(30 January 1837 - 5 September 1894 / Dorset, England)

Augusta Davies Webster Poems

41. Joy That's Half Too Keen, And True 4/2/2010
42. The Flower By The Path 4/2/2010
43. Where Home Was 4/2/2010
44. Young May Sat Fainting And Chill 4/2/2010
45. Yu-Pe-Ya’s Dirge For Tse-Ky 4/2/2010
46. My Loss 4/2/2010
47. In An Almshouse 1/3/2003
48. Mother And Daughter- Sonnet Sequence 4/2/2010
49. The Violet And The Rose 4/2/2010
50. While The Woods Were Green 4/2/2010
51. Her Memories 4/2/2010
52. Where Found Love His Yesterday? 4/2/2010
53. A Dilettante 1/3/2003
54. Love's Mourner 1/3/2003
55. A Summer Mood 4/2/2010
56. A Comrade 4/2/2010
57. A Preacher 1/3/2003
58. Betrothed 4/2/2010
59. Hark The Sky-Lark In The Cloud 4/2/2010
60. A Coarse Morning 4/2/2010
61. Tell Thee Truth, Sweet; No 4/2/2010
62. Waiting, Waiting 4/2/2010
63. Choosing 4/2/2010
64. Dearest, This One Day We Own 4/2/2010
65. Belated 4/2/2010
66. Deserted 1/3/2003
67. White Rose And Red 4/2/2010
68. Beyond The Shadow 4/2/2010
69. Disenchanted 4/2/2010
70. Autumn’s Warnings 4/2/2010
71. The Happiest Girl In The World 1/3/2003
72. Dear Love, Good-Night 4/2/2010
73. An Inventor 1/3/2003
74. Farewell 4/2/2010
75. Day Is Dead, And Let Us Sleep 4/2/2010
76. A Bird And Flower Upon The Tree 4/2/2010
77. Circe 1/3/2003
78. A Soul In Prison 1/3/2003
79. A Song Of A Spring-Time 4/2/2010
80. Young Laughters, And My Music! 1/3/2003

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Birds Sing I Love You, Love

Birds sing "I love you, love" the whole day through,
And not another song can they sing right;
But, singing done with, loving's done with quite,
The autumn sunders every twittering two.
And I'd not have love make too much ado
With sweet parades of fondness and delight,
Lest iterant wont should make caresses trite,
Love-names mere cuckoo ousters of the true.

Oh heart can hear heart's sense in senseless nought,
And heart that's sure of heart has little speech.
What shall it tell? The other knows its thought.
What shall one doubt or question or ...

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Circe

The sun drops luridly into the west;
darkness has raised her arms to draw him down
before the time, not waiting as of wont
till he has come to her behind the sea;
and the smooth waves grow sullen in the gloom
and wear their threatening purple; more and more
the plain of waters sways and seems to rise
convexly from its level of the shores;
and low dull thunder rolls along the beach:

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