#EnglishWriters
Darkness like midnight from the so… Clamours with dismal tidings of th… Roaring as rivers breaking loose i… To spread and foam and deluge all… The cotter listens at his door aga…
With careful step to keep his bala… He reels on warily along the stree… Slabbering at mouth and with a sta… Mutters an angry look at all he me… Bumptious and vain and proud he sh…
On the eighteenth of October we l… All ready to set sail, with a fres… A fortnight and nine days we in th… And no breeze ever reached us or s… Three ships of war had we, and the…
I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she broke the rose away And I saw the patten rings
He waits all day beside his little… And asks the passing stranger what… But those who often pass his daily… Look at their watch and tell befor… He mutters stories to himself and…
Mary, leave thy lowly cot When thy thickest jobs are done; When thy friends will miss thee no… Mary, to the pastures run. Where we met the other night
Timid and smiling, beautiful and s… She drops her head at every passer… Afraid of praise she hurries down… And turns away from every smile sh… The forward clown has many things…
Why should man’s high aspiring min… Burn in him with so proud a breath… When all his haughty views can fin… In this world yields to death? The fair, the brave, the vain, the…
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney so… And hedge row crickets notes that…
Wandering by the river’s edge, I love to rustle through the sedge And through the woods of reed to t… Almost as high as bushes are. Yet, turning quick with shudder ch…
Love, meet me in the green glen, Beside the tall elm—tree, Where the sweetbriar smells so swe… There come with me. Meet me in the green glen.
'A weedling child on lonely lea My evening rambles chanced to see; And much the weedling tempted me To crop its tender flower; Exposed to wind and heavy rain,
Farewell to the bushy clump close… And the flags where the butter—bum… Farewell to the weedy nook, hemmed… Farewell to the miller’s brook and… Farewell to them all while in pris…
All nature has a feeling: woods, f… Are life eternal: and in silence t… Speak happiness beyond the reach o… There’s nothing mortal in them; th… Is the green life of change; to pa…
All nature owns with one accord The great and universal Lord: The sun proclaims him through the… The moon when daylight drops away, The very darkness smiles to wear