#EnglishWriters
The Old Year knocks at the farmho… October, come with your matron gaz… From the fruit you are storing for… And prop him up on the granary flo… Where the straw lies threshed and…
‘Covet who will the patronage of… And pompous titles Emperors besto… Splendour, and revelry, and all th… A thousand bitter thoughts, a worl… A meadow glistening in an April s…
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…
Let the weary world go round! What care I? Life’s a surfeiting of sound: I would die. It would be so sweet to lie
Now let the cry, ‘To Arms! To Ar… Go ringing round the world; And swift a wave-wide Empire swar… Round Battleflag unfurled! Wherever glitters Britain’s might…
Where violets blue to olives gray From furrows brown lift laughing e… And silvery Mensola sings its way Through terraced slopes, nor seeks… But onward and downward leaps and…
I saw the lark at break of day Rise from its dewy bed, And, winged with melody, away Circle to Heaven o’erhead. I watched it higher and higher soa…
Let not the roses lie Too thickly tangled round my tomb, Lest fleecy clouds that skim the s… Flinging their faint soft shadows,… And know not over whom.
Now bury with the dead years confl… And with fresh days let all begin… Why longer amid shrivelled leaf-dr… When buds are swelling, flower-she… Seen through the vista of the vani…
‘Awake, awake, for the Springtime… March daffodils too long dreaming; The lark is high in the spacious s… And the celandine’s stars are glea… The gorse is ablaze, and the woodl…
‘River rolling past the grey Battlements of yesterday, Palace strongholds reared by hands Summoned from transalpine lands, Skilled in wedding strength with g…
‘Why do I bid the rising gale To waft me from your shore? Why hail I, as the vultures hail, The scent of far-off gore? Why wear I with defiant pride
I sallied afield when the bud firs… And the sun first slanteth hotly, And I came on a yokel in cap and… And a suit of saffron motley. He was squat on a bank where a sel…
Sweet lark! that, bedded in the ta… Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, a… The brightest moments of the morni… Thou shouldst be up, and carolling… Go up! go up! and melt into the bl…
Beneath this marble, mute of prais… Is hushed the heart of One Who, whilst it beat, had eagle’s g… To stare upon the sun. Equal in flight