#EnglishWriters
What matter makes my spade for tea… Letting down two clay pipes into t… The one I smoked, the other a sol… Of Blenheim, Ramillies, and Malp… Perhaps. The dead man’s immortali…
There they stand, on their ends, t… That once were underwood of hazel… In Jenny Pink’s copse. Now, by t… Close packed, they make a thicket… Can creep through with the mouse a…
Unless it was that day I never kn… Ambition. After a night of frost,… The March sun brightened and the… Jackdaws began to shout and float… Already, and one was racing straig…
Early one morning in May I set ou… And nobody I knew was about. I’m bound away for ever, Away somewhere, away for ever. There was no wind to trouble the w…
As the clouds that are so light, Beautiful, swift, and bright, Cast shadows on field and park Of the earth that is so dark, And even so now, light one!
But these things also are Spring’… On banks by the roadside the grass Long-dead that is greyer now Than all the Winter it was; The shell of a little snail bleach…
Often and often it came back again To mind, the day I passed the hor… To a new country, the path I had… By half-gaps that were stiles once… The pack of scarlet clouds running…
NOW first, as I shut the door, I was alone In the new house; and the wind Began to moan. Old at once was the house,
This is no case of petty right or… That politicians or philosophers Can judge. I hate not Germans, no… With love of Englishmen, to pleas… Beside my hate for one fat patriot
He has a hump like an ape on his b… He has of money a plentiful lack; And but for a gay coat of double h… There is not a plainer thing on th… This fine May morning.
After night’s thunder far away had… The fiery day had a kernel sweet o… And in the perfect blue the clouds… Like the first gods before they ma… And misery, swimming the stormless…
Like the touch of rain she was On a man’s flesh and hair and eyes When the joy of walking thus Has taken him by surprise: With the love of the storm he burn…
IT was a perfect day For sowing; just As sweet and dry was the ground As tobacco-dust. I tasted deep the hour
WHEN first I came here I had ho… Hope for I knew not what. Fast be… My heart at the sight of the tall… Or grass and yews, as if my feet Only by scaling its steps of chalk
Now I know that Spring will come… Perhaps to-morrow: however late I… After this night following on such… While still my temples ached from… Of hail and wind, and still the pr…