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A bird and flower upon the tree, Sweet peony and oriole, Each of them a perfect soul, Song and sweetness manifest…
Born in 1837, Webster was a prolific writer in every genre, a self-educated classical scholar, a professional poetry reviewer, an activist, and an educator. She began her literary career as a young girl and had published two volumes of poetry, two well-received translations of Aeschylus and Euripides, and a three-volume novel by the time she became a very active member of the London Suffrage Society in the 1860s. During the 1870s Webster continued to support suffrage for women and the women’s movement in general, as well as liberalism and individualism, in a series of essays that she wrote for the Examiner and later published as A Housewife’s Opinions. Beginning in 1879, she served two terms on the London School Board, with the second term concurrent with her position as one of the main poetry reviewers for the Athenaeum. She consistently published poetry and drama in these years, as well as a children’s novella. Webster was married and had one daughter. In the 1880s she hosted literary salons and was one of the most respected literary, political, and social figures in London until she died of cancer in 1894. Webster disappeared from view immediately after her death, and critics are only now beginning the process of exploring the rich diversity of her work. The recent increased interest in Julia Augusta Webster bodes well for a more complete understanding of the significance of Webster’s work as a writer and professional critic, as well as her effectiveness as an activist and political figure. However, as this bibliographic project demonstrates, relatively few scholars have focused on the work of this woman of significance in the last half of the 19th century. Biography The only biographically focused work to date is Patricia Rigg’s book. Rigg 2009 makes use of archived letters and family records in the United Kingdom and the United States to construct as comprehensive an account of Webster’s early family connections, marriage, motherhood, activism, and professional reviewing work as archival materials allow.)
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OH the yellow boisterous sea, The surging, chafing, murderous sea! And the wind-gusts hurtle the torn clouds by, On to the south through a shuddering sky,…
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'I AM Joy,' she said; but her voice was low, Too low for laughter; 'I am Love '; but her eyes lacked Love's quick glow, And the tear that springs after;…
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Good friend, be patient: goes the world awry? well, can you groove it straight with all your pains? and, sigh or scold, and, argue or intreat, what have you done but waste your par…
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Not yet! I thought this time 'twas done at last, the workings perfected, the life in it;…
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"Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I myself Should be a castaway." If some one now Would take that text and preach to us that preach, --…
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TOO rash, sweet birds, spring is not spring; Sharp winds are fell in east and north; Late blossoms die for peeping forth; Rains numb, frost blights; Days are unsunned, storms tear…
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(The Doubter lays aside his book.) "Answered a score of times." Oh, looked for teacher, is this all you will teach me? I in the dark…
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BUT wait. Let each by each the days pass by, One faded and one blown like summer flowers; What need of hope, with summer in the sky? What of regret, with all fair morrows ours?…
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SOFT voices of the woods, that make The summer air a harmony, Winged whispers through the leaves where wake Long wind-wafts dying in a sigh,…
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BLITHE summer blossom, born too late, Wilt make my desert garden fair? Lo Winter's hand is on the gate, His breath is in the curdling air.…
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I DID not think to love her. As we go We pluck a hedge-rose blushing in its sheath, Fresh, and at hand; and not the less we know That where rich garden blossoms take the breath…
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SOME quick kind tears, some easy sorrow, And then 'tis past. 'Twas sad; yet sadness has its morrow; Blue skies succeed skies overcast:…
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Birds sing "I love you, love" the whole day through, And not another song can they sing right; But, singing done with, loving's done with quite, The autumn sunders every twittering…
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The thrush that, yet alone, pipes for his mate Knows she will come in time to build the nest, Knows she'll be she his tiny soul loves best; 'Tis love-time at the hawthorn blossom's…
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