#EnglishWriters
Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame
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…
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…
“Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have sat us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! “But ranged as infantry,
Forty years back, when much had pl… That since has perished out of min… I heard that voice and saw that fa… He spoke as one afoot will wind A morning horn ere men awake;
There was a time in former years– While my roof—tree was his— When I should have been distresse… At such a night as this! I should have murmured anxiously,
Around the house the flakes fly fa… And all the berries now are gone From holly and cotoneaster Around the house. The flakes fly!… Shutting indoors that crumb-outcas…
When you shall see me in the toils… My lauded beauties carried off fro… My eyes no longer stars as in thei… My name forgot of Maiden Fair and… When, in your being, heart concede…
(Durlston Head) Lend me an ear While I read you here A page from your history, Old cliff—not known
They hail me as one living, But don’t they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I am but a shape that stands here,
WHEN Lawyers strive to heal a br… And Parsons practise what they pr… Then Little Boney he’ll pounce do… And march his men on London town! Rollicum-rorum, tol-lol-lorum,
Much wonder I—here long low—laid— That this dead wall should be Betwixt the Maker and the made, Between Thyself and me! For, say one puts a child to nurse…
Why do you harbour that great chev… Filling up your narrow room? You never preen or plume, Or look in a week at your full—len… Picture of bachelor gloom!
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…
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…