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.