|
|
Showing 1 - 25 of
45 matches in All Departments
Augusta Webster was very widely praised in her own time-Christina
Rossetti thought her "by far the most formidable" woman poet. Her
work has again come into favour, so much so that Isobel Armstrong
and her co-editors of the influential anthology, Nineteenth-Century
Women Poets, declare that "there can be no doubt that Augusta
Webster ranks as one of the great Victorian poets." This collection
is the first edition of Webster's poems since 1895. It is a
selection of her best work, emphasizing her powerful dramatic
monologues and including a substantial number of her lyrics. With
an introduction and background documents that highlight the
distinctiveness of her work, this edition will help to re-establish
Augusta Webster as a major figure of nineteenth-century English
literature.
Title: Lesley's Guardians.Publisher: British Library, Historical
Print EditionsThe British Library is the national library of the
United Kingdom. It is one of the world's largest research libraries
holding over 150 million items in all known languages and formats:
books, journals, newspapers, sound recordings, patents, maps,
stamps, prints and much more. Its collections include around 14
million books, along with substantial additional collections of
manuscripts and historical items dating back as far as 300 BC.The
GENERAL HISTORICAL collection includes books from the British
Library digitised by Microsoft. This varied collection includes
material that gives readers a 19th century view of the world.
Topics include health, education, economics, agriculture,
environment, technology, culture, politics, labour and industry,
mining, penal policy, and social order. ++++The below data was
compiled from various identification fields in the bibliographic
record of this title. This data is provided as an additional tool
in helping to insure edition identification: ++++ British Library
Webster, Augusta; 1864. 3 vol.; 8 . 12633.l.4.
Maybe in Gisors, round the fortress mead-- Gisors where now, when
fair-time brings its press, They seek the prisoner's tower to gaze
and guess And love the work he made in loneliness-- One cursed the
gloom, and died without a deed, The while he carved where his one
ray could lead.
There Stood A Ruined Chapel All Alone In A Far Corner Of The
Ill-kept Park, Almost Forgotten Now, Though Long Agone It Was A
Building Of Some Name And Mark, For Here Were Sculptured Warriors
Grim And Stark, The Buried Heroes Of The Race Of Lisle.
YES, rosebud sister, smiling into bloom Beneath the sunshine of a
happy love, I hold with you there is indeed no shame To any
woman-soul to say "I love;" But rather is she perfected therein.
Oh weary hearts! Poor mothers that look back! So outcasts from the
vale where they were born Turn on their road and, with a joy
forlorn, See the far roofs below their arid track: So in chill
buffets while the sea grows black .
"ANSWERED a score of times." Oh, looked for teacher, is this all
you will teach me? I in the dark reaching my hand for you to help
me forth to the happy sunshine where you stand, "Oh shame, to be in
the dark there, prisoned " answer you; "there are ledges somewhere
there by which strong feet.
|
|