#EnglishWriters
When leaves broke out on the wild… And bells for matins rung, Sorrow came to the old friar –Hundreds of years ago it was! – And May came to the young.
Wonder in happy eyes Fades, fades away: And the angel-coloured skies Whisper farewell. Loveliness over the strings of the…
Yes! Beauty still rebels! Our dreams like clouds disperse: She dwells In agate, marble, verse. No false constraint be thine!
As I was walking Alone by the sea, ‘_What is that whisper?_’ Said Merlin to me. ‘Only,’ I answered,
Have you supped at the Inn of Apo… While the last light fades from th… Has the Lord of the Sun, at the w… Poured you his ripest and best? O, there’s wine in that Inn of Ap…
Hushed are the whimpering winds on… Dumb is the shrinking plain, And the songs that enchanted the w… As I shoot to the skies again! Does the blood grow black on my fi…
‘_And that a reply be received bef… _British Ultimatum_. Their Day was at twelve of the ni… When the graves give up their dead… And still, from the City, no ligh…
Not with a flash that rends the bl… Shall fall the avenging sword. Gently as the evening dew Descends the mighty Lord. His dreadful balances are made
OUT of her darkened fishing-ports… A fleet of little ships, whose eve… Daffodil, Sea-lark, Rose and Surf
The sunset lingered in the pale gr… In rosy wastes the low soft evenin… Woke; while the last white sea-mew… And tawny sails came stealing o’er… But, in the hillside cottage, thro…
A great while ago there was a scho… who lived in a cottage by the sea, And the very first thing he could… was the rigging of the schooners b… He could watch 'em from his bedroo…
(Written after entering New York… Up the vast harbor with the mornin… The ship swept in from sea; Gigantic towers arose, the night w… And—there stood Liberty.
Dark, dark, lay the drifters, agai… As they shot their long meshes of… And the oily green waters were roc… When Kilmeny went out, at the tur… And nobody knew where that lassie…
Moving through the dew, moving thr… Ere I waken in the city’Life, t… And up a fir-clad glen, far from a… Up a glen among the mountains, oh… Moving through the dew, moving thr…
‘_There are no ghosts in America.… There are no ghosts, you say, To haunt her blaze of light; No shadows in her day, No phantoms in her night.
