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Alice Christiana Gertrude Thompson Meynell
22 September 1847 - 27 November 1922
Poetry Listing
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| | Poem Title | First Lines | Period | # Lines | # Reads | | 1: | A Dead Harvest [In Kensington Gardens] | Along the graceless grass of town | | 15 | 67 | | 2: | A Father Of Women | Our father works in us, | | 28 | 56 | | 3: | A Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age | Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses, | | 57 | 82 | | 4: | A Poet's Sonnet | If I should quit thee, sacrifice, forswear, | | 14 | 63 | | 5: | A Poet's Wife | I saw a tract of ocean locked in-land | | 12 | 66 | | 6: | A Thrush Before Dawn | A voice peals in this end of night | | 30 | 45 | | 7: | A Wind Of Clear Weather In England | O what a miracle wind is this | | 20 | 43 | | 8: | After A Parting | Farewell has long been said; I have forgone thee; | | 15 | 61 | | 9: | An Unmarked Festival | There's a feast undated yet: | | 30 | 56 | | 10: | At Night | Home, home from the horizon far and clear, | | 8 | 60 | | 11: | Builders Of Ruins | We build with strength the deep tower-wall | | 60 | 52 | | 12: | Chimes | Brief, on a flying night, | | 12 | 64 | | 13: | Cradle-Song At Twilight | The child not yet is lulled to rest. | | 8 | 65 | | 14: | Easter Night | All night had shout of men and cry | | 12 | 62 | | 15: | Free Will | Dear are some hidden things | | 20 | 64 | | 16: | Future Poetry | No new delights to our desire | | 35 | 65 | | 17: | I Am The Way | Thou art the Way. | | 12 | 63 | | 18: | In Autumn | The leaves are many under my feet, | | 55 | 52 | | 19: | In Early Spring | O Spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise | | 38 | 53 | | 20: | In Sleep | I dreamt (no "dream" awake-a dream indeed) | | 16 | 65 | | 21: | Length Of Days To The Early Dead In Battle | There is no length of days | | 28 | 50 | | 22: | Meditation | No sudden thing of glory and fear | | 15 | 46 | | 23: | November Blue | O, Heavenly colour! London town | | 16 | 54 | | 24: | Nurse Edith Cavell | To her accustomed eyes | | 12 | 73 | | 25: | Parentage | Ah no, not these! | | 12 | 63 | | 26: | Parted | Farewell to one now silenced quite, | | 25 | 67 | | 27: | Regrets | As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour | | 24 | 74 | | 28: | Renouncement | I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, | | 14 | 61 | | 29: | San Lorenzo Giustiniani's Mother | I had not seen my son's dear face | | 25 | 52 | | 30: | Soeur Monique - A Rondeau By Couperin | Quiet form of silent nun, | | 107 | 52 | | 31: | Song | As the inhastening tide doth roll, | | 20 | 64 | | 32: | Song | My Fair, no beauty of thine will last | | 15 | 63 | | 33: | Song Of The Day To The Night | From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn, | | 20 | 67 | | 34: | Song Of The Night At Daybreak | All my stars forsake me, | | 12 | 62 | | 35: | Song Of The Spring To The Summer | O poet of the time to be, | | 20 | 57 | | 36: | Sonnet | Your own fair youth, you care so little for it, | | 14 | 53 | | 37: | Sonnet | I touched the heart that loved me as a player | | 14 | 54 | | 38: | Sonnet | A poet of one mood in all my lays, | | 14 | 57 | | 39: | Sonnet - In February | Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, | | 14 | 48 | | 40: | Sonnet - My Heart Shall Be Thy Garden | My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own, | | 14 | 49 | | 41: | Sonnet - Spring On The Alban Hills | O'er the Campagna it is dim warm weather; | | 14 | 49 | | 42: | Sonnet - The Love Of Narcissus | Like him who met his own eyes in the river, | | 14 | 52 | | 43: | Sonnet - The Neophyte | Who knows what days I answer for to-day: | | 14 | 47 | | 44: | Sonnet - The Poet To Nature | I have no secrets from thee, lyre sublime, | | 14 | 64 | | 45: | Sonnet - Thoughts In Separation | We never meet; yet we meet day by day | | 14 | 54 | | 46: | Sonnet - To A Daisy | Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide, | | 14 | 66 | | 47: | Sonnet - To One Poem In A Silent Time | Who looked for thee, thou little song of mine? | | 14 | 52 | | 48: | Summer In England, 1914 | On London fell a clearer light; | | 30 | 55 | | 49: | The Divine Privilege | Lord, where are Thy prerogatives? | | 24 | 55 | | 50: | The Fold | Behold, | | 14 | 58 | | 51: | The Lady Poverty | The Lady Poverty was fair: | | 18 | 53 | | 52: | The Lord’s Prayer | There is a bolder way, | | 16 | 61 | | 53: | The Modern Mother | Oh what a kiss | | 20 | 55 | | 54: | The Modern Poet - A Song Of Derivations | I come from nothing; but from where | | 25 | 66 | | 55: | The Poet Sings To Her Poet - The Moon To The Sun | As the full moon shining there | | 18 | 61 | | 56: | The Poet To His Childhood | In my thought I see you stand with a path on either hand, | | 44 | 56 | | 57: | The Roaring Frost | A flock of winds came winging from the North, | | 6 | 55 | | 58: | The Shepherdess | She walks - the lady of my delight - | | 18 | 63 | | 59: | The Treasure | Three times have I beheld | | 24 | 57 | | 60: | The Two Poets | Whose is the speech | | 19 | 53 | | 61: | The Two Questions | A riddling world!" one cried. | | 28 | 50 | | 62: | The Two Shakespeare Tercentenaries: Of Birth, 1864: Of Death, 1916. | Longer than thine, than thine, | | 20 | 51 | | 63: | To A Lost Melody | Thou art not dead, O sweet lost melody, | | 50 | 52 | | 64: | To A Poet | Thou who singest through the earth, | | 50 | 56 | | 65: | To O-, Of Her Dark Eyes | Across what calm of tropic seas, | | 24 | 58 | | 66: | To The Beloved | Oh, not more subtly silence strays | | 35 | 58 | | 67: | To The Beloved Dead - A Lament | Beloved, thou art like a tune that idle fingers | | 30 | 55 | | 68: | To Tintoretto In Venice | Master, thy enterprise, | | 28 | 50 | | 69: | Unto Us A Son Is Given | Given, not lent, | | 16 | 47 | | 70: | Veneration Of Images | Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat, | | 8 | 166 | | 71: | Veni Creator | So humble things Thou hast borne for us, O God, | | 10 | 65 | | 72: | Via, Et Veritas, Et Vita | You never attained to Him?" "If to attain | | 4 | 89 | | 73: | West Wind In Winter | Another day awakes. And who - | | 24 | 67 | | 74: | Why Wilt Thou Chide? | Why wilt thou chide, | | 16 | 52 |
About:
Alice Christiana Gertrude Thompson Meynell was an English writer, editor, critic, and suffragist, now remembered mainly as a poet.
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