#EnglishWriters
When I am buried, all my thoughts… Will be reduced to lists of dates… And long before this wandering fle… The dates which made me will be al… And none will know the gleam there…
NOT of the princes and prelates w… Riding triumphantly laurelled to l… Rather the scorned—the rejected—th… The men of the tattered battalion… Dazed with the dust of the battle,…
Oh some are fond of red wine, and… And some are all for dancing by th… But rum alone’s the tipple, and th… Of the old bold mate of Henry Mor… Oh some are fond of Spanish wine,…
Silent are the woods, and the dim… Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in… The apple orchard, is a tired plou… Calling the cows home. A bright white star blinks, the pa…
Here, where we stood together, we… Before the war had swept us to the… Three thousand miles away, I stan… And hear the bells, and breathe, a… We trod the same path, to the self…
Four bells were struck, the watch… All work aboard was over for the h… And some men sang and others playe… Or mended clothes or watched the s… The bursting west was like an open…
Friends and loves we have none, no… But the hope of the City of God a… Not for us are content, and quiet,… For we go seeking a city that we s… There is no solace on earth for us…
Troy town is covered up with weeds… The rabbits and the pismires brood On broken gold, and shards, and be… Where Priam’s ancient palace stoo… The floors of many a gallant house
The meet was at “The Cock and Py… By Charles and Martha Enderby,” The grey, three-hundred-year-old i… Long since the haunt of Benjamin The highwayman, who rode the bay.
In the dark womb where I began My mother’s life made me a man. Through all the months of human bi… Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor sti…
The Loch Achray was a clipper tal… With seven-and-twenty hands in all… Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A skipper to sail and mates to baw… “Tally on to the tackle-fall,
We’re bound for blue water where t… It’s time to get the tacks aboard,… The crowd’s at the capstan and the… “A long pull, a strong pull, and w… The bow-wash is eddying, spreading…
In the harbour, in the island, in… Are the tiny white houses and the… And day-long, night-long, the cool… Of the steady Trade Winds blowing… There is the red wine, the nutty…
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire… My dog and I are old, too old for… Man, whose young passion sets the… Is soon too lame to march, too col… I take the book and gather to the…
I have seen dawn and sunset on moo… Coming in solemn beauty like slow… I have seen the lady April bringi… Bringing the springing grass and t… I have heard the song of the bloss…