#EnglishWriters
Could I but leave men wiser by my… And somewhat happier in their litt… Wean them from things that lure bu… Make the harsh gentle, and the fee… Shunning the paths where pride and…
Within the hollow silence of the n… I lay awake and listened. I could… Planet with punctual planet chimin… And unto star star cadencing arigh… Nor these alone: cloistered from d…
I never saw you, never grasped you… Nor wrote nor read lines absence l… Ne’er with you sate in your accust… Nor waited for your coming on sea… But this I know, if along unseen…
SHE wanders in the April woods, That glisten with the fallen showe… She leans her face against the bud… She stops, she stoops, she plucks… She feels the ferment of the hour:
What is it haunts the summer air? A sense of something lately passed… Something pleasant, something fair… That was with us yesterday, And is no longer there.
Three graces still attend me, sinc… Your step across my graceless thre… Reverence, and Gratitude, and Lov… Reverence, whose gaze fears from t… And bows its head, and sues to you…
When for a buonamano Cometh, at break of day, Knock at the terzo piano, A little voice answers, Chi è? ‘I, the facchino, awaiting
‘Grandmother dear, you do not know… Under the twittering eaves of home… Rocking cradles, and covering jams… Or piecing together lavender bags… Daughter, wife, and mother in turn…
Poet! in other lands, when Spring… Gleams o’er the grass, nor in the… Plays at being lost and laughs to… And blooms lie wilted on the orcha… Then the sweet birds that from Æge…
Though we must die, I would not d… When fields are brown and bleak, When wild-geese stream across the… And the cart-lodge timbers creak. For it would be so lone and drear
‘Shepherd swains that feed your fl… ’Mong the grassy-rooted rocks, While I still see sun and moon, Grant to me this simple boon: As I sit on craggy seat,
Sadder than lark when lowering Clouds defend the sky; Sadder than wild swan pouring Death-notes ere it die; Sadder than winds imploring
In the streets of Constance was h… ‘Masters! bring the arch-heretic o… The stake had been planted, the fa… And the tongues of the torches fli… ‘Huss to the flames!’ they fiercel…
SOUL, heart, and body, we thus s… Are not in love divisible and dist… But burn as closely fused as fuel,… They do not love who give the body… The heart ungiven; nor they who yi…
Realm of ocean-guarded Peace, Humming loom and grazing steer, Farm, and forge, and woven fleece, Happier, homelier, year by year, Hark! athwart the wintry air,