Poems by Heather Fuller
Mild is the Parting Year
... The tear that would have soothed it all ...
Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher
... Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art: ...
Do you Remember me? or are you Proud?
... And at your voice Pride from his throne must rise ...
Fæsulan Idyl
... Would best have solved (and this she felt) her doubts ...
Dirce
... With Dirce in one boat conveyed! ...
Ianthe! You are Call’d to Cross the Sea
... O give me back what Earth, what (without you) ...
The Maid’s Lament
... Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate, ...
Acon and Rhodope; or, Inconstancy
... the world, Innocence, that could clear his way to heaven ...
Rose Aylmer
... Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes ...
Child of a Day
... Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return! ...
Mother, I cannot Mind my Wheel
... And often swore my lips were sweet ...
You Smiled, You Spoke, and I Believed
... You smiled, you spoke, and I believed, ...
To Robert Browning
... s, Therefore on him no speech! and brief for thee, ...
Soon, O Ianthe! Life is O'er
... And sooner beautys heavenly smile: ...
