#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
A child in nature, as a child in y… If on past hours she turn remember… She but beholds sweet joys or gent… Flower hiding flower in her pure m… So flower—like, so lovely do they…
He stands on high in the torch—gla… With planted feet, with lifted axe… Behind, a gulf of crimsoned air; Beneath, the old wall that gapes a… Tossed fragments crash to dust and…
When old wounds bleed again In the silence of the night, And mixt with sweet delight Wells up the stream of pain, Is it less hard to endure
Red reapers under these sad Augus… Proud War—Lords, careless of ten… Who leave earth’s kindly crops unh… As you have left the kindness of t… For brutal menace and for clumsy l…
My spirit to—day that sprang To meet the laughing morn Is clouded and forlorn And chafes with hidden pang. For teasing care and fret
Coloured like Atlantic wave To whose curve the bright air gave Splendour, and the unfathomed blue Mystery of nameless hue; If to others you but shine
In a patch of baked earth At the crumbled cliff’s brink, Where the parching of August Has cracked a long chink, Against the blue void
O you that still have rain and sun… Kisses of children and of wife And the good earth to tread upon, And the mere sweetness that is lif… Forget not us, who gave all these
We have planted a tree, And behold, it has flowers. How lovely their joy! Yet they know not of ours, Who have shared in dull cares
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…
Will they blot also out your name Because you praise All works of men that shrine the f… Of beauty’s ways, Wherever men have proved them grea…
He stands where the young faces pa… His blank eyes tremble in the noon… He sees all life, the lovely and t… Before him run. Eager and swift, or grouped and lo…
Truth incorruptible lives on, thou… Cloud, and the heart flinch, and t… Reject. Because she sought that r… Unweariable lover of the light! History’s marvel, Hellas in despi…
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…
Yet when the challenge rang, ‘ The War-Lord comes ; give room!… Fearless to arms you sprang Against the odds of doom. Like your own Damian