#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
An Ode I walked beside full—flooding Tha… Westward; upon my face the sunset… The hour, the spacious evening, pl… Buoyant the air breathed after rai…
Random rock And the stain of the rain, Smell of bracken, The windy moor And the wild cloud,
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child’s eyes. Pale after fever, a captive
Shabby house-wall Of bricks once yellow, Dingied with city grime, Dusty and sallow, The high sun, glorying
Well is it, shrouded Sun, thou sp… To illumine this sad street! A li… Would but discover more this bald… Of roofs dejected, window patched… From sordid walls: for the shy bre…
To the People of the United Stat… Now is the time of the splendour o… The spirit of man grows grander th… The unbearable burden is borne, th… Though harder is yet to do
O love, in whose heart—murmured na… Is charm against life’s endless wr… Since all the untuned world became In you a song! I bring not only all I wrought
Within the eyes of Dream—Come—Tr… Shine the old dreams of my youth. Ere they faded, ere they grew Distant, they were born anew In her truth.
Like the bloom on a grape is the e… And a first faint frost the wind h… Yet the fear of his breath avails… The withered leaves on the cold gr… For they huddle and whisper in pha…
Now is the time for the burning of… They go to the fire; the nostril p… Wandering slowly into a weeping mi… Brittle and blotched, ragged and r… A flame seizes the smouldering rui…
When all the world is hidden And there is only you, When bosom beats to bosom As if the heart broke through, O never speech nor language
Beautiful, cold, freshness of ligh… The black masts, mirrored with the… The hill—gloom and the sleeping wh… Up magical faint heights of fading… I hear the waves, on the long shin…
Violets, in what pleasant earth yo… I know not, nor what heavenly mois… To tincture in your petals such di… As seems a pure June midnight’s s… But on her bosom when you breathed…
So late the rustling shower was he… Yet now the aëry west is still. The wet leaves flash, and lightly… Great drops out of the lilac spill… Peacefully blown, the ashen clouds
This is the man who, sole in Brit… In Europe, by profounder instinct… The strength of Britain; and that… Slow into act, upshouldering the w… Vast weight of effort. Eyes full…