My God, I Thank Thee Who Hast Made Adelaide Anne Procter My God, I thank Thee who hast made The earth so bright; So full of splendour and of joy, Beauty and light; So many glorious things are here, Noble and right! I thank Thee,...
Fidelis Adelaide Anne Procter You have taken back the promise That you spoke so long ago; Taken back the heart you gave me- I must even let it go. Where Love once has breathed, Pride dieth, So I struggled, but in vain, First to keep...
Envy Adelaide Anne Procter He was the first always: Fortune Shone bright in his face. I fought for years; with no effort He conquered the place: We ran; my feet were all beeding, But he won the race. Spite of his many successes, Men loved...
Doubting Heart Adelaide Anne Procter WHERE are the swallows fled? Frozen and dead, Perchance, upon some bleak and stormy shore. O doubting heart! Far over purple seas They wait, in sunny ease, The balmy southern breeze, To bring them to their northern homes once more....
A Woman’s Question Adelaide Anne Procter BEFORE I trust my fate to thee, Or place my hand in thine, Before I let thy future give Color and form to mine, Before I peril all for thee, question thy soul to-night for me. I break all...
A Lost Chord Adelaide Anne Procter SEATED one day at the Organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. I do not know what I was playing, Or what I was dreaming then ; But I...
Zu Der Edlen Yagd Adam Lindsay Gordon I remember some words my father said, When I was an urchin vain ;? God rest his soul, in his narrow bed These ten long years he hath lain. When I think one drop of the blood he...
Ye Wearie Wayfarer Adam Lindsay Gordon Hark! the bells of distant cattle Waft across the range, Through the golden-tufted wattle Music low and strange; Like the marriage of peal fairies Comes the tinkling sound, Or like chimes of sweet St Mary’s On far English ground....
Wormwood And Nightshade Adam Lindsay Gordon The troubles of life are many, The pleasures of life are few ; When we sat in the sunlight, Annie, I dreamt that the skies were blue? When we sat in the sunlight, Annie, I dreamt that the earth...
Wolf And Hound Adam Lindsay Gordon You’ll take my tale with a little salt; But it needs none, nevertheless! I was foiled completely – fair at fault – Disheartened, too, I confess! At the splitters’ tent I had seen the track Of horse-hoofs fresh on...
