#EnglishWriters
A message from her set his brain a… A world of household matters fille… Wherein he saw hypocrisy designed: She treated him as something that… And but at other provocation bites…
The daisy now is out upon the gree… And in the grassy lanes The child of April rains, The sweet fresh-hearted violet, is… Along the brooks and meads, the da…
Now farewell to you! you are One of my dearest, whom I trust: Now follow you the Western star, And cast the old world off as dust… From many friends adieu! adieu!
With Alfred and St. Louis he dot… Grander than crowned head’s mortua… His gentle heroic manhood enters i… The ever-flowering common heart fo…
A roar thro’ the tall twin elm-tre… The mustering storm betrayed: The South-wind seized the willow That over the water swayed. Then fell the steady deluge
Night, like a dying mother, Eyes her young offspring, Day. The birds are dreamily piping. And O, my love, my darling! The night is life ebb’d away:
I would I were the drop of rain That falls into the dancing rill, For I should seek the river then, And roll below the wooded hill, Until I reached the sea.
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… ground.
The sister Hours in circles linke… Daughters of men, of men the mates… Are gone on flow with the day that… With the night that spanned at gol… Mothers, they leave us, quickening…
Men of our race, we send you one Round whom Victoria’s holy name Is halo from the sunken sun Of her grand Summer’s day aflame. The heart of your loved Motherlan…
Her son, albeit the Muse’s livery And measured courtly paces rouse h… Naked and hairy in his savage haun… To Nature only will he bend the k… Spouting the founts of her distill…
The Tyrant passed, and friendlier… On the great man of Athens, whom… He knew, than on the sycophantic f… That broke as waters round a galle… Bubbles at prow and foam along the…
Who call her Mother and who calls… Look on her grave and see not Dea…
’Tis Christmas weather, and a cou… Receives us: rooms are full: we ca… An attic-crib. Such lovers will n… At that, it is half-said. The gre… Knocks hard upon the midnight’s ho…
Now the frog, all lean and weak, Yawning from his famished sleep, Water in the ditch doth seek, Fast as he can stretch and leap: Marshy king-cups burning near