Author: quotesroot
Despair Ada Cambridge Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near! No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay! Like melting fog the mirage melts away In all-surrounding darkness, void …
Desire Ada Cambridge Bright eyes, sweet lips, with many fevers fill The young blood, running wildly, as it must; But lips and eyes beget a strange distrust. Electric …
Dead Ada Cambridge “ON board the Petrel, in St. Lucia’s bay, Of yellow fever—agèd twenty-nine.” “Who did you say, my lady?” drawled the Earl. “The duke—what duke?” …
Cui Bono Ada Cambridge 1. Why should we care for storms that rave and rend, Safe at our household hearth? Unknowing whence we came, or where we …
Craven-Heart Ada Cambridge Those anguished voices in the air! Oh, I could shriek and tear my hair In rage, rebellion and despair. But what is one, amid a throng …
Contentment Ada Cambridge Is it a virtue, as the sages say, The ‘trivial round and common task’ to ply, And for no wider walk of life to sigh …
By The Camp Fire Ada Cambridge Ah, ’twas but now I saw the sun flush pink on yonder placid tide; The purple hill-tops, one by one, were strangely …
By A Norfolk Broad Ada Cambridge One hour ago the crimson sun, that seemed so long a-drowning, sank. The summer day is all but done. Our boat is …
Awake Ada Cambridge Calm as that moonbeam on the wall, Sleep broods on baby’s eyes; Arms, hush’d and still, but pulsing quick, Enfold him as he lies; My …
Autumn Ada Cambridge So still—so still! Only the endless sighing Of sad Æolian harp-notes overhead; Only the soft mass-music for the dying; Only the requiem for the newly …
