#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Thump of a horse’s hoof behind the… Long stripes of shadow, and green… Between them; discrowned, glaucous… On their tall stalks; a rose With its great thorns blood—red in…
In the high woods that crest our h… Upon a steep, rough slope of fores… Where few flowers grow, sweet bloo… Of the Autumn Crocus, blowing pal… Dim falls the sunlight there;
A present from tropical Annam, A bird with a human speech, A gloriously plumed cockatoo Rosy as the flower of a peach! And they did what they also do
No more of sorrow, the world’s old… Nor war of thronging spirits numbe… Immortal ardours in brief days con… No more the languid fever of manki… To—day I sing: ’tis no melodious…
An Ode Luce intellettual, piena d’ amore Prelude Lo, the spirit of a pulsing star w… Born of earth, sprung from night!
O Thou who seekest me Through the day’s heartless hurry… Who followest me to my thought’s f… Nay, who art gone before— Sustain me, O sustain
Sitting with strangers in the hurr… We spoke not to each other. Golde… Flooded those warm fields greener… Then sudden darkness stole it all… Her face was gone; but on the dark…
From the howl of the wind As I opened the door And entered, the firelight Was soft on the floor. Mute each in their places
Day begins cold and misty on soile… That frost has ridged and crusted.… Comes, then a shape emerges from t… Without haste, trudging tracks the… With his breath white upon the air…
O Weariness, that writest histori… On all these human faces, and O S… That somewhere silence hears! You… It seems, in the old earth’s deep—… Your way of solace is a different…
No more now with jealous complaini… Shall you be vext; nor I with fea… Torture my heart: my heart is secu… And laughs at follies of former te… No more now with the endless paini…
Of a tower, of a tower, white In the warm Italian night, Of a tower that shines and springs I dream, and of our delight. Of doves, of a hundred wings
The Toy-seller his idle wares Carefully ranges, side by side; With coveting soft earnest airs The children linger, open-eyed. His haunted soul from far away
The shrines of old are broken down… The faiths that knelt at them are… Nothing’s strange, and nought unkn… All’s been done and all been said. Tired of knowledge, now we sigh
The early night falls on the plain In cloud and desolating rain. I see no more, but feel around The ruined earth, the wounded grou… There in the dark, on either side