#English #Victorians #XIXCentury
Captive on a foreign shore, Far from Ilion’s hoary wave, Agamemnon’s bridal slave Speaks Futurity no more: Death is busy with her grave.
Lakes where the sunsheen is mystic… Vales where sweet life is all Sum… Forests that glimmer with twilight… Here in our May-blood we wander,… knights.
Who call her Mother and who calls… Look on her grave and see not Dea…
By this he knew she wept with waki… That, at his hand’s light quiver b… The strange low sobs that shook th… Were called into her with a sharp… And strangled mute, like little ga…
We spend our lives in learning pil… And grow good steersmen when the v… Gap-toothed he spake, and with a t… Sidled to gain the sunny bench of… It is the sentence which completes…
Projected from the bilious Childe… This clatterjaw his foot could set On Alps, without a breast beguile… To glow in shedding rascal sweat. Somewhere about his grinder teeth,
Their sense is with their senses a… Destroyed by subleties these women… More brain, O Lord, more brain! o… Utterly this fair garden we might… Behold! I looked for peace, and t…
Last night returning from my twili… I met the grey mist Death, whose… Was bent on me, and from his hand… He reached me flowers as from a wi… O Death, what bitter nosegays giv…
They have no song, the sedges dry, And still they sing. It is within my breast they sing, As I pass by. Within my breast they touch a stri…
Fair Mother Earth lay on her back… To gaze her fill on Autumn’s suns… When at a waving of the fallen lig… Sprang realms of rosy fruitage o’e… A lustrous heavenly orchard hung t…
Melpomene among her livid people, Ere stroke of lyre, upon Thaleia… Warned by old contests that one mu… Along those lips of rose with tend… Forebodes disturbance in the sprin…
As Puritans they prominently wax, And none more kindly gives and tak… Strong psalmic chanting, like to n… They join to thunderings of their… But naughtiness, with hoggery, not…
THE POETRY OF CHAUCER Grey with all honours of age! but… As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard… Tender to tearfulness-childlike, a… Here beats true English blood ric…
I see a fair young couple in a woo… And as they go, one bends to take… That so may be embalmed their happ… And in another day, a kindred mood… Haply together, or in solitude,
I am to follow her. There is much… In woman when thus bent on martyrd… They think that dignity of soul ma… Perchance, with dignity of body.… But I was taken by that air of co…
