Augusta Davies Webster
Born in January 30, 1837 / Died in September 5, 1894 / United Kingdom / English
Poems by Augusta Davies Webster
The Butterfly
... Blithe on the wing, with the flowers for rest, ...
Miles and miles of here and there
... It knew its aim and found its rest ...
The Flower By The Path
... Why should a flower be fair for its own ...
The Violet And The Rose
... Why bloom not all fair flowers the whole year through ...
Siste Viator
... Nor hopes, nor vain reprieves, nor strife with death, ...
A Dilettante
... and near us these gnarled elm-trunks barred with gold, ...
White Rose And Red
... And "Sweetest sweetness is ended soon," ...
Once
... There is no thought of rain and rime ...
The Old Love
... More worth your love, and though you loved her not, ...
Farewell
... And share their travellers' fortunes, friend with friend, ...
Not To Be
... And blossoms come, and light, and I will soar, ...
Circe
... Yet the sky is blue against them still, and early stars ...
Dearest, this one day we own
... Ah, our holiday is here,Let it all be rest ...
The Brook Rhine
... Brattling against the stones, half mist, half flood, ...
She Has Made Me Wayside Posies
... The brook-side cliff, the elms where wood-doves coo- ...
