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“By the time you swear you’re his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying— Lady, make a note of this: One of you is lying.”
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
“Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life’s gall.”
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
“I am obnoxious to each carping tongue
Who says my hand a needle better fits;
A Poets pen all scorn I should thus wrong,
For such despite they cast on Female wits:
If what I do prove well it won’t advance;
They’l say it’s stoln, or else it was by chance.”
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
Who says my hand a needle better fits;
A Poets pen all scorn I should thus wrong,
For such despite they cast on Female wits:
If what I do prove well it won’t advance;
They’l say it’s stoln, or else it was by chance.”
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
“Song Day, in melting purple dying,
Blossoms, all around me sighing,
Fragrance, from the lilies straying,
Zephyr, with my ringlets playing, Ye but waken my distress;
I am sick of loneliness. Thou, to whom I love to hearken,
Come, ere night around me darken;
Though thy softness but deceive me,
Say thou’rt true, and I’ll believe thee; Veil, if ill, thy soul’s intent,
Let me think it innocent! Save thy toiling, spare thy treasure:
All I ask is friendship’s pleasure;
Let the shining ore lie darkling,
Bring no gem in lustre sparkling! Gifts and gold are nought to me;
I would only look on thee! Tell to thee the highwrought feeling,
Ecstasy but in revealing;
Paint to thee the deep sensation,
Rapture in participation, Yet but torture, if compressed
In a lone, unfriended breast. Absent still! Ah! come and bless me!
Let these eyes again caress thee;
Once, in caution, I could fly thee:
Now, I nothing could deny thee; In a look if death there be,
Come, and I will gaze on thee!”
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
Blossoms, all around me sighing,
Fragrance, from the lilies straying,
Zephyr, with my ringlets playing, Ye but waken my distress;
I am sick of loneliness. Thou, to whom I love to hearken,
Come, ere night around me darken;
Though thy softness but deceive me,
Say thou’rt true, and I’ll believe thee; Veil, if ill, thy soul’s intent,
Let me think it innocent! Save thy toiling, spare thy treasure:
All I ask is friendship’s pleasure;
Let the shining ore lie darkling,
Bring no gem in lustre sparkling! Gifts and gold are nought to me;
I would only look on thee! Tell to thee the highwrought feeling,
Ecstasy but in revealing;
Paint to thee the deep sensation,
Rapture in participation, Yet but torture, if compressed
In a lone, unfriended breast. Absent still! Ah! come and bless me!
Let these eyes again caress thee;
Once, in caution, I could fly thee:
Now, I nothing could deny thee; In a look if death there be,
Come, and I will gaze on thee!”
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
“Thy blemishes amend, if so I could:
I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.”
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
I washed thy face, but more defects I saw,
And rubbing off a spot still made a flaw.”
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
“Art can do much; but this maxime’s most sure,
A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.”
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.”
― Great Poems by American Women: An Anthology
