Augusta Davies Webster

Augusta Davies Webster

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Augusta Webster (30 January 1837 – 5 September 1894) was an English poet, dramatist, essayist, and translator. The daughter of Vice-admiral George Davies and Julia Hume, she spent her younger years on board the ship he was stationed, the Griper.
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HY did the star leave the sky,        The far, pure sky
Shone she not high and hallowed and fair
Could she not tarry her life-time there
Why must she fall and fade
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AR love, good-night
And, tender sleep,
Seal up her lids like these drowsed flowers,
To make day fair when they unclose
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ET a lily long ago;    I watched it whiten in the sun;    I loved it well,
I had but one
Then summer-time was done,
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Dead is he
Yes, our stranger guest said dead— said it by noonday, when it seemed a thing most natural and so indifferent as if the tale ran that a while ago there died a man I talked with a chance hour when he by chance was near me
If I ...
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OH clear smooth rivulet, creeping through our bridge    With backward waves that cling around the shore,
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No, mother,
I am not sad: Why think me sad
I was always still, You remember, even when my heart was most glad And you used to let me dream at my will; And now I like better to watch the sea And the calm sad sky than to laugh with the res...
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TE rose sighed in the morn, Red rose laughed in the noon, And "Sweetest sweetness is ended soon,"And "Never heed for the thorn
""Love's hour passes away," White rose breathed in my ear; Red rose whispered "N...
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ST, this one day we own,    Stolen from the crowd and press,    Let it be sweet silence's
We two, heart in heart, alone;
Any speech were less
We are weary, even thus,    Talk might turn to discontent    Else be practised merriment:
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No not to-night, dear child;
I cannot go;
I'm busy, tired; they knew I should not come; you do not need me there
Dear, be content, and take your pleasure; you shall tell me of it
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Seeds with wings, between earth and
Fluttering, flying;    Seeds of a lily with blood-red core    Breathing of myrrh and of giroflore:
Where winds drop them there must they lie,
Living or dying
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RK the sky-lark in the cloud,    Hark the cricket in the grass,
Trilling blitheness clear and loud,    Chirping glee to all who pass
Oh, the merry summer lay
Earth and sky keep holiday
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She has made me wayside posies: here they stand,
Bringing fresh memories of where they grew
As new-come travellers from a world we knew Wake every while some image of their land,
So these whose buds our woodland breezes fanned Bring...
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VE is dying
Why then, let it die
Trample it down, that it die more fast
What is a rose that has lost its bloom
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Young laughters, and my music
Aye till now The voice can reach no blending minors near; 'Tis the bird's trill because the spring is here And spring means trilling on a blossomy bough; 'Tis the spring joy that has no why or how,
But sees ...
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Wild wintry wind, storm through the night, Dash the black clouds against the sky,
Hiss through the billows seething white, Fling the rock-surf in spray on high
Hurl the high seas on harbour bars, Madden them with thy havoc-shriek Against...
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LL: we two shall still meet day by day,
Live side by side;
But never more shall heart respond to heart
Two stranger boats can drift adown one tide,
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