A poem by Violet Nicolson, Lawrence Hope, Adela Florence Cory Nicolson (1865 – 1904)
Oh, that my blood were water, thou athirst,
And thou and I in some far Desert land,
How would I shed it gladly, if but first
It touched thy lips, before it reached the sand.
Once,–Ah, the Gods were good to me,–I threw
Myself upon a poison snake, that crept
Where my Beloved–a lesser love we knew
Than this which now consumes me wholly–slept.
But thou; Alas, what can I do for thee?
By Fate, and thine own beauty, set above
The need of all or any aid from me,
Too high for service, as too far for love.
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External links
Bat’s Poetry Page – more poetry by Fledermaus
Talking Writing Monster’s Page –
Batty Writing – the bat’s idle chatter, thoughts, ideas and observations, all original, all fresh
Poems in English
- Yarrow Revisited by William Wordsworth
- Written With A Slate Pencil On A Stone, On The Side Of The Mountain Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth
- Written Upon A Blank Leaf In “The Complete Angler.” by William Wordsworth
- Written In Very Early Youth by William Wordsworth
- Written in March by William Wordsworth
- Written in London. September, 1802 by William Wordsworth
- Written In Germany On One Of The Coldest Days Of The Century by William Wordsworth
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- With Ships the Sea was Sprinkled Far and Nigh by William Wordsworth
- With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb’st the Sky by William Wordsworth
- Who Fancied What A Pretty Sight by William Wordsworth
- Where Lies The Land To Which Yon Ship Must Go? by William Wordsworth
- When To The Attractions Of The Busy World by William Wordsworth
- “When I Have Borne In Memory” by William Wordsworth
- Weak Is The Will Of Man, His Judgement Blind by William Wordsworth
- Water-Fowl Observed Frequently Over The Lakes Of Rydal And Grasmere by William Wordsworth
- Waldenses by William Wordsworth
- View From The Top Of Black Comb by William Wordsworth
- Vernal Ode by William Wordsworth
- Vaudracour And Julia by William Wordsworth
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Parallel Translations of Poetry
The Poetry Repository – an online library of poems, poetry, verse and poetic works
Violet Nicolson ( 1865 – 1904); otherwise known as Adela Florence Nicolson (née Cory), was an English poetess who wrote under the pseudonym of Laurence Hope, however she became known as Violet Nicolson. In the early 1900s, she became a best-selling author. She committed suicide and is buried in Madras, now Chennai, India.