#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Where the East wind is brewed fre… And the balmy night-breezes blow s… I heard a Destroyer sing: “What a… ble life does one lead on the Nort… ”To blow things to bits is our bus…
That which is marred at birth Tim… Nor water out of bitter well make… All evil thing returneth at the en… Or elseway walketh in our blood un… Whereby the more is sorrow in cert…
When Rome was rotten-ripe to her… And the sceptre passed from her ha… The pestilent Picts leaped over t… To harry the English land. The little dark men of the mountai…
HELP for a patriot distressed, a… Help for an honourable clan sore t… From Queenstown Bay to Donegal,… The honourable gentlemen have suff… Their noble names were mentioned—…
IF down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take All that is left of “I” To the Hills for old sake’s sake, Pack me very thoroughly
DREAD Mother of forgetfulness Who, when Thy reign begins, Wipest away the soul’s distress And memory of her sins. The trusty Worm that diest not —
About the time that taverns shut And men can buy no beer, Two lads went up to the keepers’ h… To steal Lord Pelham’s deer. Night and the liquor was in their…
I WILL let loose against you the… I will call in the Jungle to stam… The roofs shall fade before it, The house—beams shall fall; And the Karela, the bitter Karela…
They are fools who kiss and tell"… Wisely has the poet sung. Man may hold all sorts of posts If he’ll only hold his tongue. Jenny and Me were engaged, you se…
NOW there is nothing wrong with m… Except—I think it’s called T.B. And that is why I have to lay Out in the garden all the day. Our garden is not very wide,
I SEEK not what his soul desires… He dreads not what my spirit fears… Our Heavens have shown us separat… Our dooms have dealt us differing… Our daysprings and our timeless de…
“Farewell, Romance!” the Cave-men… “With bone well carved He went aw… Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips the spear to-day. Changed are the Gods of Hunt and…
Naked and grey the Cotswolds stan… Beneath the autumn sun, And the stubble—fields on either h… Where Stour and Avon run. There is no change in the patient…
I have done mostly what most men d… And pushed it out of my mind; But I can’t forget, if I wanted t… Four—Feet trotting behind. Day after day, the whole day throu…
WHAT is the song the children si… When doorway lilacs bloom in Spri… And the Schools are loosed, and t… That were deadly earnest when Ear… Hear them chattering, shrill and h…