#English #Victorians #XIXCentury
. MARCHING ALONG. 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…
I am poor brother Lippo, by your… You need not clap your torches to… Zooks, what’s to blame? you think… What, 'tis past midnight, and you… And here you catch me at an alley’…
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings… And where, my soul, is thy pleasan… With the music of all thy voices,… In life’s November too!
June was not over Though past the fall, And the best of her roses Had yet to blow, When a man I know
“Why?” Because all I haply can an… All that I am now, all I hope to… Whence comes it save from fortune… Body and soul the purpose to pursu… God traced for both? If fetters,…
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…
Dear, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim ‘I know you b… ’Have recognized your plighted tro… Am sponsor for you: live in peace!… How many precious months and years
That’s my last Duchess painted on… Looking as if she were alive. I c… That piece a wonder, now; Fra Pan… Worked busily a day, and there she… Will’t please you sit and look at…
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixt… Did the English fight the French,… And, the thirty-first of May, hel… Like a crowd of frightened porpois… Came crowding ship on ship to St.…
So far as our story approaches the… Which do you pity the most of us t… My friend, or the mistress of my f… With her wanton eyes, or me? My friend was already too good to…
A CHILD’S STORY. (_Written for, and inscribed to,… Hamelin Town’s in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide,
“Thou thoughtest that I was altog… (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat o… Flat on his belly in the pit’s muc… With elbows wide, fists clenched t…
(_Epilogue to ‘The Two Poets of… What a pretty tale you told me Once upon a time —Said you found it somewhere (scol… Was it prose or was it rhyme,
Overhead the tree-tops meet, Flowers and grass spring 'neath on… There was nought above me, and nou… My childhood had not learned to kn… For what are the voices of birds
LAST night I saw you in my sleep… And how your charm of face was cha… I asked ‘Some love, some faith yo… You answered ‘Faith gone, love es… Whereat I woke—a twofold bliss: