Songs of Womanhood

By Laurence Alma-Tadema

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• Language: English
• Publisher: DigiCat
• Release date: Sep 16, 2022
• ISBN: 8596547343707

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Laurence Alma-Tadema

Songs of Womanhood

EAN 8596547343707

DigiCat, 2022

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Table of Contents

Mothers in the Garden

The Gravel Path

The New Pelisse

Solace ToC

Strange Lands

March Meadows

The Robin

The Mouse

The Bat

The Swallow

Snowdrops

Frost ToC

Apples ToC

Lonely Children

Playgrounds

Fairings

The Flower to the Bud

SIX SONGS OF GIRLHOOD

Love and the Maidens

Awakenings

The Clouded Soul

The Healer

The Open Door

The Fugitive

THE FAITHFUL WIFE

The Faithful Wife

WOMANHOOD

A Woman to her Poet

The Infidel

Love Within Vows

The Exile

The Scar Indelible

Revulsion

The Captive

Possession's Anguish

Treasures of Poverty

Solitude

The Heart Asleep

Adversity

Faces of the Dead

The Sleeper

Stars ToC

Trelawny's Grave

V.R.I. ToC

Lines on a Picture by Mary Gow

To Serenity

ELEVEN SONNETS

I ToC

II ToC

III ToC

IV ToC

V ToC

VI ToC

VII ToC

VIII ToC

IX ToC

X ToC

XI ToC

THE OPEN AIR

Sunshine in February

The Cuckoo

A Song in the Morning

In a London Square

The Call of the Green

Summer Ending

Near Autumn

November

The Common Wealth

Mothers in the GardenToC

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I

Wagtail—pied Wagtail—

What tremor's in your breast?

On nimble feet, when we draw near,

You run about to hide your fear,

As if to say: There's nothing here,

I have no nest....

Wagtail—pied Wagtail—

We too their voices heard;

Away then to the water-side,

And fetch the food for which they cried;

From us there is no need to hide,

My dainty bird.

II

The thrushes' nest has fallen

From the ivy on the wall:

The dear blue eggs are broken,

All broken by the fall.

But we heard a song at sundown

That said: O tears are vain!—

And babe and I ceased grieving:

We think they will build again.

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The Gravel PathToC

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Tiny mustn't frown

When she tumbles down;

If the wind should change—Ah me,

What a face her face would be!

Rub away the dirt,

Say she wasn't hurt;

What a world 'twould be—O my,

If all who fell began