Augusta Webster (Davies) (30 January 1837 - 5 September 1894), was an English poet and translator. She was born in Poole, Dorset. The daughter of Admiral Davies, she married Thomas Webster, a solicitor. She wrote a novel, Lesley's Guardians, and several books of poetry of, including Blanche Lisle, Dramatic Studies (1866), Portraits (1870), A Book of Rhyme (1881), and some dramas, including The Auspicious Day (1874), Disguises, and The Sentence (1887). She also made translations of Prometheus Bound and Medea.
on monsieur's departure
I grieve and dare not show my discontent,
I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
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I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,
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written in her french psalter
No crooked leg, no bleared eye,
No part deformed out of kind,
Nor yet so ugly half can be
As is the inward suspicious mind.
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No part deformed out of kind,
Nor yet so ugly half can be
As is the inward suspicious mind.
ah, silly pug, wert thou so sore afraid
Ah, silly Pug, wert thou so sore afraid?
Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed.
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Mourn not, my Wat, nor be thou so dismayed.
It pa...
the doubt of future foes
The doubt of future foes exiles my present joy,
And wit me warns to shun such snares as threate...[read poem]
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And wit me warns to shun such snares as threate...
in defiance of fortune
Never think you fortune can bear the sway
Where virtue's force can cause her to obey.
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Where virtue's force can cause her to obey.
if?
If I should die this night, (as well might be,
So pain has on my weakness worked its will),...[read poem]
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So pain has on my weakness worked its will),...
written with a diamond on her window at woodstock
Much suspected by me,
Nothing proved can be,
Quoth Elizabeth prisoner.
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Nothing proved can be,
Quoth Elizabeth prisoner.
written on a wall at woodstock
Oh Fortune, thy wresting wavering state
Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit,
Whose wit...[read poem]
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Hath fraught with cares my troubled wit,
Whose wit...
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