What Can a Woman Do: Or, Her Position in the Business and Literary WorldEagle Publishing Company, 1893 - 528 lappuses A review of the areas of employment open to women is supplemented by examples of women's prose and poetry to illustrate their literary achievements. |
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307. lappuse - BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight — Make me a child again just for to-night. Mother, come back from the echoless shore; Take me again to your heart as of yore; Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care, Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair; Over my slumbers your loving watch keep — Rock me to sleep, mother, rock me to sleep.
328. lappuse - Pause not to dream of the future before us ; Pause not to weep the wild cares that come o'er us : Hark how Creation's deep, musical chorus, Unintermitting, goes up into Heaven ! Never the ocean- wave falters in flowing; Never the little seed stops in its growing; More and more richly the Rose-heart keeps glowing, Till from its nourishing stem it is riven. 1 Labor is worship !' — the robin is singing,
366. lappuse - Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!' calling, 'For the dews will soone be falling; Leave your meadow grasses mellow Mellow, mellow, Quit your cowslips, cowslips yellow; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot, Quit the stalks of parsley hollow, Hollow, hollow; Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow, From the clovers lift your head; Come uppe Whitefoot, come uppe Lightfoot, Come uppe Jetty, rise and follow, Jetty, to the milking shed.
377. lappuse - Life ! we've been long together, Through pleasant and through cloudy weather ; 'Tis hard to part when friends are dear — Perhaps 'twill cost a sigh, a tear : — Then steal away, give little warning, Choose thine own time ; Say not ' Good night ' — but in some brighter clime Bid me
328. lappuse - Tis the still water faileth, Idleness ever despaireth, bewaileth, Keep the watch wound, for the dark rust assaileth, Flowers droop and die in the stillness of noon. Labor is glory, — the flying cloud lightens ; Only the waving wing changes and brightens ; Idle hearts only the dark future frightens; Play the sweet keys, wouldst thou keep them in tune.
367. lappuse - Then some looked uppe into the sky, And all along where Lindis flows To where the goodly vessels lie, And where the lordly steeple shows. They sayde, "And why should this thing be? What danger lowers by land or sea? They ring the tune of Enderby!
319. lappuse - Tis but a step down yonder lane, And the little church stands near, The church where we were wed, Mary, I see the spire from here. But the grave-yard lies between, Mary, And my step might break your rest — • For I've laid you, darling ! down to sleep With your baby on your breast.
367. lappuse - I looked without, and lo ! my sonne Came riding downe with might and main : He raised a shout as he drew on, Till all the welkin rang again, "Elizabeth! Elizabeth!
366. lappuse - Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!" calling, Ere the early dews were falling, Farre away I heard her song. "Cusha! Cusha!" all along; Where the reedy Lindis floweth, Floweth, floweth, From the meads where melick groweth Faintly came her milking song — "Cusha! Cusha! Cusha!
358. lappuse - Mother, oh ! where is that radiant shore ? Shall we not seek it, and weep no more ? Is it where the flower of the orange blows, And the fire-flies dance through the myrtle boughs? Not there, not there, my child.