#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Of the old house, only a few, crum… Courses of brick, smothered in net… Or a shaped stone lying mossy wher… Sprawling bramble and saucy thistl… What once was fire-lit floor and p…
No, though our all be spent– Heart’s extremest love, Spirit’s whole intent, All that nerve can feel, All that brain invent,-
Lamp that risest lone From thy secret place, Like a sleeper’s face, Charged with thoughts unknown, Strange thoughts, unexpressed
Because out of corruption burns th… And to corruption lovely cheeks de… Because with her right hand she he… Her left hand wrought, loth nor to… I praise indifferent Nature, affa…
Ah, now this happy month is gone, Not now, my heart, complain, Nor rail at Time because so soon He takes his own again. He takes his own, the weeks, the h…
A woman sat, with roses red Upon her lap before her spread, On that high bridge whose parapet Wide over turbulent Thames is set… Between the dome’s far glittering…
The mist has fallen over the isles… And Ruan turns his boat for home. The wind is down; with an oar he s… The narrow races, where at whiles To left or right through fog he he…
As my hand dropt a seed In the dibbled mould And my mind hurried onward To picture the miracle June should unfold,
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…
So sad and so lonely, Dear? What dream by the fire do you drea… So deep, that you could not hear My step as I entered? Dim Is the room and the ceiling above…
Through storm—blown gloom the subt… Shapes of tumultuous, ghostly clou… Trailing a dark shower from hill—d… Dawn, desolate in its majesty, is… But ere the wayside trees show lea…
Rending the waters of a night unkn… The ship with tireless pulses bore… On the shadowy deck musing late an… Over waste ocean. The rustling of the cordage in the…
What far—off trouble steals In soft—blown drifts of glimmering… What is it the wind feels, What sighing of what old home—seek… Among the hurried footsteps and th…
O when will life taste clean again… Is fouled: the world sees, hears;… Vile fume that would corrupt etern… Were they corruptible. Harsh trum… Victory over the defenceless; ther…
