#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
‘More than half my life long Did they weigh me falsely, to my b… But they all have shrunk away into… Like a lost song. ’And the day has dawned and come
The sun said, watching my watering… "Some morn you’ll pass away; These flowers and plants I parch… Who’ll water them that day? "Those banks and beds whose shape…
He was leaning by a face, He was looking into eyes, And he knew a trysting-place, And he heard seductive sighs; But the face,
In Memory of one of the Writer’s… with Napoleon In a ferny byway Near the great South-Wessex High… A homestead raised its breakfast-s…
‘What are you still, still thinkin… He asked in vague surmise, ’That you stare at the wick unblin… With those great lost luminous eye… ‘O, I see a poor moth burning
Last year I called this world of… The darkest thinkable, and questio… If my own land could heave its pul… So charged it seemed with circumst… The tragedy of things.
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre—grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine—stems scored the…
That mirror Which makes of men a transparency, Who holds that mirror And bids us such a breast-bare spe… Of you and me?
I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft I went mankind among, That sometimes they
YOUR troubles shrink not, though… Here, far away, than when I tarri… I even smile old smiles—with listl… Yet smiles they are, not ghastly m… A thought too strange to house wit…
O poet, come you haunting here Where streets have stolen up all a… And never a nightingale pours one Full-throated sound? Drawn from your drowse by the Sev…
I opened my shutter at sunrise, And looked at the hill hard by, And I heartily grieved for the co… Who wandered up there to die. I let in the morn on the morrow,
O it was sad enough, weak enough,… Light in their loving as soldiers… First to risk choosing them, leave… Now, in far battle, beyond the So… —Rain came down drenchingly; but w…
Whether to sally and see thee, gir… Or whether to stay And see thee not! How vast the di… Of Yea from Nay Just now. Yet this same sun will…
Come again to the place Where your presence was as a leaf… Down a drouthy way whose ascent be… The bloom on the farer’s face. Come again, with the feet