Augusta Davies Webster

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

Augusta Davies Webster Poems

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

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  • SUE SLACK (3/14/2018 2:46:00 AM)

    can I copy the photo of Augusta Webster for my forthcoming book on Votes fpor Women in Cambridge?

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Best Poem of Augusta Davies Webster

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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The Pine

The elm lets fall its leaves before the frost,
The very oak grows shivering and sere,
The trees are barren when the summer's lost:
But one tree keeps its goodness all the year.

Green pine, unchanging as the days go by,
Thou art thyself beneath whatever sky:
My shelter from all winds, my own strong pine,
'Tis spring, 'tis summer, still, while thou art mine.

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