#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #Imagery #RhymedStanza Aubade
New Year’s Day at Asolo in the T… Scene.- A large mean airy chamber. A girl… . Day!
Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the bru…
So, I shall see her in three days And just one night, but nights are… Then two long hours, and that is m… See how I come, unchanged, unworn… Feel, where my life broke off from…
He sings_. I send my heart up to thee, all my… In this my singing. For the stars help me, and the sea… The very night is clinging
Morning, evening, noon and night, 'Praise God!; sang Theocrite. Then to his poor trade he turned, Whereby the daily meal was earned. Hard he laboured, long and well;
HIST, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugue… Answer the question I’ve put you… What do you mean by your mountaino… See, we’re alone in the loft,—
WOE, he went galloping into the w… Clara, Clara! Let us two dream: shall he ’scape… Scarcely disfigurement, rather a g… Making for manhood which nowise we…
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…
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of her… And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of he… II.
Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled… Lily on lily, that o’erlace the se… And laugh their pride when the lig… To Protus in his Tyranny: much he… They give thy letter to me, even n…
Heap Cassia, sandal-buds and stri… Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian… From out her hair: such balsam fal… Down sea-side mountain pedestals,
Fear death?—to feel the fog in my… The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blas… I am nearing the place, The power of the night, the press…
AN OLD STORY. It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like… The house-roofs seemed to heave an… The church-spires flamed, such fla…
Ah, did you once see Shelley plai… And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! But you were living before that,
WHAT girl but, having gathered f… Stript the beds and spoilt the bow… From the lapful light she carries Drops a careless bud?—nor tarries To regain the waif and stray:
