Poetry By English Women
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Our oneness is the wrestlers’, fierce and close 238
Peaceful our valley, fair and green 179
Pressed by the moon, mute arbitress of tides 174
Purple headland over yonder 234
Remember me when I am gone away 226
Say tyrant Custom, why must we obey 112
Scene of superfluous grace, and wasted bloom 163
See where the falling day 156
Shall I be one of those obsequious fools 111
She walks – the lady of my delight 241
Some with sharp swords, to tell O most accursed 67
Spirit of dreams, that when the dark hours steep 165
Strephon, your breach of faith and trust 138
Sweet marmalade of kisses new gathered 63
Take heed mine eyes, how you your looks do cast 47
Tell me thou safest end of all our woe 96
The clouds had made a crimson crown 253
The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy 20
The house, with blind unhappy face 247
The irresponsive silence of the land 231
The Muses are turned gossips; they have lost 157
The old mayor climbed the belfry tower 218
The poison flower that in my garden grew 254
The stately homes of England 193
The time is come I must depart 26
The winter being over 57
The winter of my infancy being over-past 58
The wretched Flavia, on her couch reclined 122
There are sea and sky about me 236
Therefore myself is that one only thing 232
They trod the streets and squares where now I tread 249
This is the end of him, here he lies 249
This to the crown and blessing of my life 101
Those spirits which we Animal do call 65
Thus am I mine own prison. Everything 231
Thy mercy, Lord, Lord now thy mercy show 31
Till the slow daylight pale 224
To Artemisia. – ’Tis to her we sing 143
To sing of wars, of captains, and of kings 51
To vex thy soul with these unjust alarms 117
True genius, but true woman! dost deny 198
Unhappy they, who by their duty led 86
Unworthy, since thou hast decreed 73
We are Diana’s virgin-train 95
We are not near enough to love 255
We know where deepest lies the snow 216
‘We took our work, and went, you see 186
What art thou, Spleen, which everything dost ape 102
What bodies else but Man’s did Nature make 65
What does she dream of, lingering all alone 207
What on earth deserves our trust 74
What pictures now shall wanton fancy bring 147
What’s the text today for reading 233
What was he doing, the great god Pan 203
When last I saw thee, I did not thee see 47
When skilful traders first set up 153
Where dwell the lovely, wild white women folk 256
Who knows, but beasts, as they do lie 68
Why do I love? go, ask the glorious sun 90
Why will Delia thus retire 127
Wife and servant are the same 87
With the wasp at the innermost heart of a peach 223
Ye virgins that from Cupid’s tents 22
Yes, injured Woman! rise, assert thy right 159
Young Clovis by a happy chance 89
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First published in Great Britain in 1990
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