#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
“Ah, are you digging on my grave, My loved one?—planting rue?” —"No: yesterday he went to wed One of the brightest wealth has br… ‘It cannot hurt her now,’ he said,
She wore a 'terra-cotta’ dress, And we stayed, because of the pelt… Within the hansom’s dry recess, Though the horse had stopped; yea,… We sat on, snug and warm.
Everybody else, then, going, And I still left where the fair w… Much have I seen of neighbour lou… Making a lusty showing, Each now past all knowing.
I rose up as my custom is On the eve of All-Souls’ day, And left my grave for an hour or s… To call on those I used to know Before I passed away.
“O 'Melia, my dear, this does eve… Who could have supposed I should… And whence such fair garments, suc… “O didn’t you know I’d been ruine… —“You left us in tatters, without…
I LONGED to love a full-boughed… And be as high as he: I stretched an arm within his reac… And signalled unity. But with his drip he forced a brea…
They are not those who used to fee… When we were young—they cannot be… These shapes that now bereave and… They are not those who used to fee… For would they not fair terms conc…
A forward rush by the lamp in the… And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the woman whom I had promised to meet in the thaw… On that harbour-bridge; nor was I…
Thirty-two years since, up against… Seven shapes, thin atomies to lowe… Labouringly leapt and gained thy g… And four lives paid for what the s… They were the first by whom the de…
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to r… Uncoffined—just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt around: And foreign constellations west
Its former green is blue and thin, And its once firm legs sink in and… Soon it will break down unaware, Soon it will break down unaware. At night when reddest flowers are…
This is the weather the cuckoo lik… And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut… And nestlings fly; And the little brown nightingale b…
He does not think that I haunt he… How shall I let him know That whither his fancy sets him wa… I, too, alertly go? — Hover and hover a few feet from hi…
I wandered to a crude coast Like a ghost; Upon the hills I saw fires - Funeral pyres Seemingly - and heard breaking
Scene.—A wide stretch of fallow g… frozen to iron hardness. Three lar… and wistfully eyeing the surface.… dull grey. (Triolet)