#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
I hear that maiden still Of Keinton Mandeville Singing, in flights that played As wind-wafts through us all, Till they made our mood a thrall
As I drive to the junction of lan… And the drizzle bedrenches the wag… I look behind at the fading byway, And see on its slope, now glisteni… Distinctly yet
On Monday night I closed my door, And thought you were not as hereto… And little cared if we met no more… I seemed on Tuesday night to trac… Something beyond mere commonplace
There is a house with ivied walls, And mullioned windows worn and old… And the long dwellers in those hal… Have souls that know but sordid ca… And dote on gold.
WHEN I look forth at dawning, po… Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened children sitting si… Their faces dulled, constrained, a…
(E. L. G.) BENEATH a knap where flown Nestlings play, Within walls of weathered stone, Far away
TO Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone. And duly he entreated her
I come across from Mellstock whil… To behold where I lived with you… I shall go in the gray, at the pas… And need no setting open of the lo… As before.
I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs a… “Wherefore, old friends,” said I,… Now, screened from life’s unrest?” —"O not at being here;
What of the faith and fire within… Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say Night is growing gray, To hazards whence no tears can win…
Since Reverend Doctors now declar… That clerks and people must prepar… To doubt if Adam ever were; To hold the flood a local scare; To argue, though the stolid stare,
WHEN you paced forth, to wait ma… A dream of other offspring held my… Compounded of us twain as Love de… Rare forms, that corporate now wil… Should I, too, wed as slave to Mo…
When the Present has latched its… And the May month flaps its glad… Delicate—filmed as new—spun silk,… 'He was a man who used to notice s… If it be in the dusk when, like an…
The two were silent in a sunless c… Whose mildewed walls, uneven pavin… And wasted carvings passed antique… And nothing broke the clock’s dull… Leaning against a wormy poppy—head…
He enters, and mute on the edge of… Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger… A type of decayed gentility; And by some small signs he well ca… That she comes to him almost break…