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Eleanor Agnes Lee Poems

  • A Statue In The Garden
    I was a goddess ere the marble found me.
    Wind, wind, delay not!
    Waft my spirit where the laurel crowned me!
    Will the wind stay not? ...
  • Her Going
    The Wife
    Child, why do you linger beside her portal?
    None shall hear you now if you knock or clamor*
    All is dark, hidden in heaviest leafage. ...
  • Convention
    The snow is lying very deep.
    My house is sheltered from the blast.
    I hear each muffled step outside,
    I hear each voice go past. ...
  • A Roman Doll
    (In a Museum)
    How an image of paint and wood
    Leaped to her life with a love's control,
    Struck the chords of her motherhood, ...
  • On The Jail Steps
    I've won the race.
    Young man, I'm new!
    Old Sallow-face
    Good luck to you!...
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Child 4 Long 3 Voice 3 Dear 3 I Love You 3 Love 3 Face 3 Dark 2 Deep 2 Sweet 2


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Book_addict: happy birthday to wig, (poet eleanor agnes lee) (february 27,1841), author of the poem “a statue in the garden” et al.
Highbridgepubs: “i was a goddess ere the marble found me. wind, wind, delay not! waft my spirit where the laurel crowned me! will the wind stay not?” — eleanor agnes lee
Shakespearefor: “i was a goddess ere the marble found me. wind, wind, delay not! waft my spirit where the laurel crowned me! will the wind stay not?” ― eleanor agnes lee (1841‒1873)
Generalroberte3: 1841: eleanor agnes lee born fun fact: died of tuberculosis, never married.
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