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Alice Christiana Thompson Meynell
1847 - 1922
Poetry Listing
Please Note: This list is not comprehensive, but is an ongoing work of the love of poetry.
Within this area you will be able to read, and give your thoughts on the poetry listed.
Please, if you find an error, let me know.
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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 | 434 | | 2: | A Letter From A Girl To Her Own Old Age | Listen, and when thy hand this paper presses, | | 57 | 459 | | 3: | A Poet's Sonnet | If I should quit thee, sacrifice, forswear, | | 14 | 400 | | 4: | A Poet's Wife | I saw a tract of ocean locked in-land | | 12 | 413 | | 5: | After A Parting | Farewell has long been said; I have forgone thee; | | 15 | 452 | | 6: | An Unmarked Festival | There's a feast undated yet: | | 30 | 422 | | 7: | At Night | Home, home from the horizon far and clear, | | 8 | 461 | | 8: | Builders Of Ruins | We build with strength the deep tower-wall | | 60 | 438 | | 9: | Chimes | Brief, on a flying night, | | 12 | 429 | | 10: | Cradle-Song At Twilight | The child not yet is lulled to rest. | | 8 | 469 | | 11: | Future Poetry | No new delights to our desire | | 35 | 415 | | 12: | I Am The Way | Thou art the Way | | 12 | 457 | | 13: | In Autumn | The leaves are many under my feet, | | 55 | 457 | | 14: | In Early Spring | O Spring, I know thee! Seek for sweet surprise | | 38 | 424 | | 15: | Meditation | No sudden thing of glory and fear | | 17 | 432 | | 16: | November Blue | O, Heavenly colour! London town | | 16 | 388 | | 17: | Parentage | Ah no, not these! | | 12 | 446 | | 18: | Parted | Farewell to one now silenced quite, | | 25 | 377 | | 19: | Regrets | As, when the seaward ebbing tide doth pour | | 24 | 459 | | 20: | Renouncement | I must not think of thee; and, tired yet strong, | | 14 | 431 | | 21: | San Lorenzo Giustiniani's Mother | I had not seen my son's dear face | | 25 | 409 | | 22: | Soeur Monique | Quiet form of silent nun, | | 108 | 463 | | 23: | Song | As the inhastening tide doth roll, | | 20 | 481 | | 24: | Song | My Fair, no beauty of thine will last | | 15 | 482 | | 25: | Song Of The Day To The Night | From dawn to dusk, and from dusk to dawn, | | 21 | 446 | | 26: | Song Of The Night At Daybreak | All my stars forsake me, | | 12 | 443 | | 27: | Song Of The Spring To The Summer | O poet of the time to be, | | 21 | 429 | | 28: | Sonnet | Your own fair youth, you care so little for it, | | 14 | 434 | | 29: | Sonnet | I touched the heart that loved me as a player | | 14 | 428 | | 30: | Sonnet | A poet of one mood in all my lays, | | 14 | 385 | | 31: | Sonnet--In February | Rich meanings of the prophet-Spring adorn, | | 14 | 424 | | 32: | Sonnet--My Heart Shall Be Thy Garden | My heart shall be thy garden. Come, my own, | | 14 | 558 | | 33: | Sonnet--Spring On The Alban Hills | O'er the Campagna it is dim warm weather; | | 14 | 480 | | 34: | Sonnet--The Love Of Narcissus | Like him who met his own eyes in the river, | | 14 | 451 | | 35: | Sonnet--The Neophyte | Who knows what days I answer for to-day: | | 14 | 518 | | 36: | Sonnet--The Poet To Nature | I have no secrets from thee, lyre sublime, | | 14 | 470 | | 37: | Sonnet--Thoughts In Separation | We never meet; yet we meet day by day | | 14 | 460 | | 38: | Sonnet--To A Daisy | Slight as thou art, thou art enough to hide, | | 14 | 461 | | 39: | Sonnet--To One Poem In A Silent Time | Who looked for thee, thou little song of mine? | | 14 | 397 | | 40: | The Fold | Behold, | | 14 | 462 | | 41: | The Lady Poverty | The Lady Poverty was fair: | | 18 | 387 | | 42: | The Modern Mother | Oh what a kiss | | 20 | 404 | | 43: | The Modern Poet - A Song Of Derivations | I come from nothing; but from where | | 25 | 450 | | 44: | The Moon To The Sun | As the full moon shining there | | 18 | 476 | | 45: | The Poet To His Childhood | In my thought I see you stand with a path on either hand, | | 44 | 446 | | 46: | The Roaring Frost | A flock of winds came winging from the North, | | 6 | 426 | | 47: | The Shepherdess | She walks--the lady of my delight | | 18 | 459 | | 48: | The Two Poets | Whose is the speech | | 19 | 493 | | 49: | To A Lost Melody | Thou art not dead, O sweet lost melody, | | 50 | 408 | | 50: | To A Poet | Thou who singest through the earth, | | 50 | 507 | | 51: | To The Beloved | Oh, not more subtly silence strays | | 35 | 401 | | 52: | To The Beloved Dead--A Lament | Beloved, thou art like a tune that idle fingers | | 30 | 441 | | 53: | Unto Us A Son Is Given | Given, not lent, | | 16 | 384 | | 54: | Veneration Of Images | Thou man, first-comer, whose wide arms entreat, | | 8 | 408 | | 55: | Veni Creator | So humble things Thou hast borne for us, O God, | | 10 | 455 | | 56: | Via, Et Veritas, Et Vita | You never attained to Him?" "If to attain | | 4 | 427 | | 57: | West Wind In Winter | Another day awakes. And who | | 24 | 427 | | 58: | Why Wilt Thou Chide? | Why wilt thou chide, | | 16 | 389 |
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