She studied art and later taught the subject in schools in Glasgow and Bristol. She began her writing career as a poet though she later ventured into drama writing revues and plays, also acting in them. She is known for feminist outlook and most of her plays and poems deal with women in some way or the other. Scotland too features prominently in her writing.
My hopes are gone, my time is spent, I little heed their loss, And if I cannot feel content, I cannot feel remorse. My parents bid me cross the flood, My kindred frowned at me; They say I have belied my blood, And stained my pedigree.
But I must turn from those who chide, And laugh at those who frown; I cannot quench my stubborn pride, Nor keep my spirits down. I once had talents fit to win Success in life's career, And if I chose a part of sin, My choice has cost me dear, But those who brand me with disgrace Will scarcely dare to say They spoke the taunt before my face, And went unscathed away.
My friends will miss a comrade's face, And pledge me on the seas, Who shared the wine-cup or the chase, Or follies worse than these.
A careless smile, a parting glass, A hand that waves adieu, And from my sight they soon will pass, And from my memory too.
I loved a girl not long ago, And, till my suit was told, I thought Poem for my sister breast as fair as snow, 'Twas very near as cold; And yet I spoke with feelings more Of recklessness than pain, Those words I never spoke before, Nor never shall again. Her cheek grew pale, in her dark eye I saw the tear-drop shine; Her red lips faltered in reply, And then were pressed to mine, A quick pulsation of the heart!
A flutter of the breath! A smothered sob — and thus we part, To meet no more till death. And yet I may at times recall Her memory with a sigh; At times for me the tears may fall And dim her sparkling eye.
But absent friends are soon forgot, And in a year or less 'Twill doubtless be another's lot Those very lips to press! With adverse fate we best can cope When all we prize has fled; And where there's little left to hope, There's little left to dread! Oh, time glides ever quickly by! Destroying all that's dear; On earth there's little worth a sigh, And nothing worth a tear!
What fears have I? What hopes in life? What joys can I command? A few short years of toil and strife In a strange and distant land!
When green grass sprouts above this clay And that might be ere longSome friends may read these lines and say, The world has judged him wrong. There is a spot not far away Where my young sister sleeps, Who seems alive but yesterday, So fresh her memory keeps; For we have played in childhood there Beneath the hawthorn's bough, And bent our knee in childish prayer I cannot utter now!
Of late so reckless and so wild, That spot recalls to me That I was once a laughing child, As innocent as she; And there, while August's wild flow'rs wave, I wandered all alone, Strewed blossoms on her little grave, And knelt beside the stone.
I seem to have a load to bear, A heavy, choking grief; Could I have forced a single tear I might have felt relief. I think my hot and restless heart Has scorched the channels dry From which those sighs of sorrow start To moisten cheek and eye.
To each and all good-bye! And thoughts which for the moment seem To bind me with a spell, Ambitious hope! To you a last farewell! This work is in the public domain because it was created in Australia and the term of copyright has expired.
Public domainPublic domainfalsefalse This work was published before January 1,and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least years ago.Jun 03, · This poem i wrote is similer to John Prelutsky but with different words: My teacher is a sissy My teacher is a sissy shes afraid of bats & rats.
an ipod can give her tantrums, and shes terrified of . I read this poem, and tears came to my eyes because it describes the relationship between my and my sister so perfectly! sure, no sister bond is % fight-free, but still, when my sister and I do get into the odd argument it is always shortly solved because we cannot go long without speaking/5(K).
The poem is about how children or impressionable young people spend their time imitating adults and the poet’s sister is the central focus of a child’s precocious development. The poet uses high. i need to find a poem for my sisters funeral.
and i cant find one about a sister committing suicide Please helpppp And pulled me to His side. He pulled me up and saved me From the misery and pain.
My body was hurt so badly inside, I could never be the same. Obituary Poem for Sister in Law This is a Christian memorial poem for sister-in-law.
This memorial poem to put in your sister in law obituary. This poem can also be recited at your sister-in-law's funeral. This poem is about your sister in law being in heaven with . My sister writes her poems of the life that she is livin' She writes of people, places, things, of memories once given.
Her poems capture feelings.