#EnglishWriters
All night a fountain pleads, Telling her beads, Her tinkling beads monotonous 'nea… And where she springs atween, Two statues lean—
Know you her secret none can utter… Hers of the Book, the tripled Cro… Still on the spire the pigeons flu… Still by the gateway flits the gow… Still on the street, from corbel a…
Tune—Luther’s Chorale ‘Ein’ feste burg ist unser Gott’ Of old our City hath renown. Of God are her foundations, Wherein this day a King we crown
Be aisy an’ list to a chune That’s sung of bowld Tim the Drag… Sure, ’twas he’d niver miss To be stalin’ a kiss, Or a brace, by the light of the mo…
Do I sleep? Do I dream? Am I hoaxed by a scout? Are things what they seem, Or is Sophists about? Is our 'to ti en einai’ a failure,…
Adown the torturing mile of street I mark him come and go, Thread in and out with tireless fe… The crossings to and fro; A soul that treads without retreat
Sapphics. Down the green hill-side fro’ the… Lady Jane spied Bill Amaranth a-… Day by day watched him go about hi… Nursery garden.
After W. M. P. Dear Kitty, At length the term’s ending; I 'm in for my Schools in a week; And the time that at present I’m…
Deep, Love, yea, very deep. And in the dark exiled, I have no sense of light but still… And know the breast, but not the e… Saw ne’er his mother near, nor if…
On seeing her smile repeated in he… A thousand songs I might have mad… Of You, and only You; A thousand thousand tongues of fir… That trembled down a golden wire
My Juggins, see: the pasture gree… Obeying Nature’s kindly law, Renews its mantle; there has been A thaw. The frost-bound earth is free at l…
I. VASHTI’S SONG Over the rim of the Moor, And under the starry sky, Two men came to my door And rested them thereby.
I. THE SOLDIER (Roumanian) When winter trees bestrew the path… Still to the twig a leaf or twain Will cling and weep, not Winter’s…
Toiling love, loose your pack, All your sighs and tears unbind: Care’s a ware will break a back, Will not bend a maiden’s mind. In this State a man shall need
By O—r K—m. Wake! for the closed Pavilion doo… Their silence while the white-eyed… And wailed the Nightingale with ‘… Whereat, for empty cup, the White…