#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
We grudged not those that were dea… Lovers, brothers, sons. Our hearts were full, and out of a… We gave our belovèd ones. Because we loved, we gave. In the…
And must I deem you mortal as my… O solemn stars, that to man’s doub… So long have seemed, 'mid the worl… And glories gone, the sole eternal… To perishable flesh and mouldering…
With beckoning fingers bright In heaven uplifted, from the darkn… Upon a sudden, radiant Fire, And out of slumber shakes Her wild hair to the night;
Behold an endless evening over lan… That lapped in vast vales rises up… Into the frozen mountains; evening… With silence, so miraculously clea… That crevices in peaks of distant…
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
The little waves fall in the wintr… On idle sands along the bitter sho… The piling clouds are all a pale s… They tarry and are moved no more. Thin rushes tremble about the nake…
Come back, sweet yesterdays! Sweet yesterdays, come back! Ah! not in my dreams only Vex me with joy, to wake From dream to truth, twice lonely,
The Mother to her brooding breast Her shrouded baby closely holds, A stationary shadow, drest In shadow, falling folds on folds. With gesture motionless as Night
Seven years have flown like seven… Like seven days of shining weather… Since we, forsaking single ways, Trod earth and faced the skies tog… The old is new, the new is old,
I come among the peoples like a sh… I sit down by each man’s side. None sees me, but they look on one… And know that I am there. My silence is like the silence of…
Where she reclines In a rock’s cup, Smooth, tawny—mossed, Under tall pines, Her eyes look up,
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here is all heart-easing,
A leaf on the gray sand—path Fallen, and fair with rime! A yellow leaf, a scarlet leaf, And a green leaf ere its time. Days rolled in blood, days torn,
Trees are for lovers. A spirit has led them Where the young boughs meet And the green light hovers, And shadowy winds blow sweet.
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…
