#English #Victorians #XIXCentury
O’ Lyric Love, half angel and hal… And all a wonder and a wild desire… Boldest of hearts that ever braved… Took sanctuary within the holier b… And sang a kindred soul out to his…
To whom but you, dear Friend, should I dedicate verses—some few written, all of them supervised, in the comfort of your presence, and with yet another experience of the gracious hospita...
LET’S contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, —Only sleep! What so wild as words are?
Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent… Sunset ran, one glorious blood—red… Bluish 'mid the burning water, ful… In the dimmest North-East distanc… “Here and here did England help m…
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…
A. You blame me that I ran away? Why, Sir, the enemy advanced: Balls flew about, and—who can say But one, if I stood firm, had gla… In my direction? Cowardice?
(_Prologue to ‘The Two Poets of… Such a starved bank of moss Till, that May-morn, Blue ran the flash across: Violets were born!
[SPAIN.] It is a lie—-their Priests, their… Their Saints, their... all they f… Are lies, and lies—-there! through… And ceiling, there! and walls and…
Frowned the Laird on the Lord: “… Death-doomed by our Law of the Bo… We’ve a gallows outside and a chie… Who trespasses—hangs: all’s in ord… He met frown with smile, did the y…
What, he on whom our voices unanim… Made Pope at our last Conclave?… His father earned the daily bread… So much the more his boy minds boo… Becomes first Deacon, and then Pr…
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULC… A CONCEIT OF MASTER GY… CANON-REGULAR OF SAI… YPRES CITY. CANTUQUE, _Vi…
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of her… And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of he… II.
Had I but plenty of money, money… The house for me, no doubt, were a… Ah, such a life, such a life, as o… Something to see, by Bacchus, som… There, the whole day long, one’s l…
My father was a scholar and knew… When I was five years old, I aske… “What do you read about?” “The siege of Troy.” “What is a siege, and what is Tro…
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his K… Bidding the crop-headed Parliamen… And, pressing a troop unable to st… And see the rogues flourish and ho… Marched them along, fifty score st…