#English #Victorians #XIXCentury
The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearl’d; The lark’s on the wing;
HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and str… Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear’d with dull nard an Indian… From out her hair: such balsam fal… Down sea-side mountain pedestals,
Just for a handful of silver he le… Just for a riband to stick in his… Found the one gift of which fortun… Lost all the others she lets us de… They, with the gold to give, doled…
First I salute this soil of the b… Gods of my birthplace, dæmons and… Then I name thee, claim thee for… —Ay, with Zeus the Defender, with… Also, ye of the bow and the buskin…
ANCIEN RGIME. Now that I, tying thy glass mask… May gaze thro’ these faint smokes… As thou pliest thy trade in this d… Which is the poison to poison her,…
This strange thing happened to a p… Viterbo boasts the man among her s… Of note, I seem to think: his rea… Picked up its precepts in Cortona… That’s Pietro Berretini, whom the…
ALL the breath and the bloom of t… All the wonder and wealth of the m… In the core of one pearl all the s… Breath and bloom, shade and shine,… Truth, that’s brighter than gem,
Gr-r-r—-there go, my heart’s abhor… Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawre… God’s blood, would not mine kill y… What? your myrtle-bush wants trimm…
Man I am and man would be, Love—m… Bid me seem no other! Eagles boas… I may put forth angel’s plumage, o… Now on earth to stand suffices,—na… Here you front me, here I find th…
Escape me? Never— Beloved! While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us b…
A CHILD’S STORY. (_Written for, and inscribed to,… Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide,
“THE Poet’s age is sad: for why? In youth, the natural world could… No common object but his eye At once involved with alien glow— His own soul’s iris-bow.
At the midnight in the silence of… When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where—by death,… Low he lies who once so loved you,… —Pity me?
I said—-Then, dearest, since 'tis… Since now at length my fate I kno… Since nothing all my love avails, Since all, my life seemed meant fo… Since this was written and needs m…
Stop rowing! This one of our bye-… O’er a certain bridge you have to… That’s named, “Of the Angel:” lis… The name “Of the Devil” too much… Venetian acquaintance, so—his the…