5 Quotes by Ada Cambridge

Oh yes, it was my Venice! Beautiful,With melancholy, ghostly beauty—old,And sorrowful, and weary—yet so fair,So like a queen still, with her royal robes,Full of harmonious colour, rent and worn!

Have all the hopes of ages come to naught? Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?

O what is life, if we must hold it thus as wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?

Let Justice, blind and halt and maimed, chastise the rebel spirit surging in my veins, let the Law deal me penalties and pains And make me hideous in my neighbours' eyes.

Alone! Alone! No beacon, far or near! No chart, no compass, and no anchor stay!