#EnglishWriters
Somewhere afield here something li… In Earth’s oblivious eyeless trus… That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust The dust of the lark that Shelley…
Here goes a man of seventy-four, Who sees not what life means for h… And here another in years a score Who reads its very figure and trim… The one who shall walk to-day with…
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…
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.
Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement—pain It cannot bring again: Twice no one dies. Flower—petals flee;
South of the Line, inland from fa… A mouldering soldier lies—your cou… Awry and doubled up are his gray b… And on the breeze his puzzled phan… Nightly to clear Canopus: “I wou…
From the slow march and muffled dr… And crowds distrest, And book and bell, at length I ha… To my full rest. A ten years’ rule beneath the sun
Plunging and labouring on in a tid… Dolorous and dear, Forward I pushed my way as amid w… Stretching around, Through whose eddies there glimmer…
(After passing Sirmione, April 18… Sirmio, thou dearest dear of stran… That Neptune strokes in lake and… With what high joy from stranger l… Doth thy old friend set foot on th…
“You see those mothers squabbling… Remarks the man of the cemetery. “One says in tears, ‘Tis mine lie… Another, ‘Nay, mine, you Pharisee… Another, ‘How dare you move my fl…
The curtains now are drawn, And the spindrift strikes the glas… Blown up the jagged pass By the surly salt sou’-west, And the sneering glare is gone
Bother Bulleys, let us sing From the dawn till evening! - For we know not that we go not When the day’s pale pinions fol… Unto those who sang of old.
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
On Its Seizure By The English U… Did they catch as it were in a Vi… When their cavalry smote through t… And they crossed where the Tishbi… His gaunt mournful Shade as he ba…
'Ah Madam; you’ve indeed come bac… 'Twas sad-your husband’s so swift… And you away! You shouldn’t have… It hastened his last breath.' 'Dame, I am not the lady you thin…