#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
HE HAS FALLEN FROM TH… Love, how ignobly hast thou met th… Ill—seasoned scaffolding by which,… With passionate youth and mighty h… To our heart’s heaven, fearing, do…
Yes, who shall tell the value of o… Whether we wept aright or idly gri… There is a tragedy in unloved year… And in those passionate hours by l… In lips unkissed and hopes too soo…
If I forget thee! How shall I fo… Sword of the mighty! Prince and L… Captive I bind me To the spears that blind me, Rage in my heart and love for ever…
Away! Away! Away with her, young… Away with her in haste lest dawn s… If that her kinsmen should thy dee… Ill might it fare with thee for he… Away with her to thine own palace…
THERE is no laughter in the natu… Of beast or fish or bird, though n… Of their futurity to them unfurled Has dared to check the mirth-compe… The lion roars his solemn thunder…
Love me a little, love me as thou… Whether a draught it be of passion… Poured with both hands divine, Or just a cup of water spilt On dying lips and mine.
I LONG have had a quarrel set wi… Because he robb’d me. Every day o… Was wrested from me after bitter s… I never yet could see the sun go d… But I was angry in my heart, nor…
ON THE NATURE OF LOVE You ask my love. What shall my lo… A hope, an aspiration, a desire? The soul’s eternal charter writ in… Upon the earth, the heavens, and t…
Gods, what a moral! Yet in vain I… The France which has been, and sh… Is the most serious, and perhaps t… Of all the nations which have powe… France only of the nations has thi…
TO ONE ON HER WASTE OF T… Why practise, love, this small eco… Of your heart’s favours? Can you… To be enjoyed in age? And would t… Expense of pleasure leave you penn…
Alas, that words like these should… Behold, the Boulevard mocks, and… Let us away and purge our melancho… With the last laughter at the Amb… Here all is real. Here glory’s se…
WHO WOULD LIVE AGAIN? Oh who would live again to suffer… Once in my youth I battled with m… Grudging my days to death. I woul… A place by violence beneath the su…
Who has not wept with Manon? Of a… That thrill youth’s fancy or to te… None other is there where such gri… Such passionate pity for the loves… Who has not wept with Manon in he…
Why do I love? Is it for men to choose The hour of the hushed night when… From its sea grave the morning sta… Lo, while we drowsed, it rose on o…
In the name of God the Merciful, the Compassionate! He who narrateth this tale is Abu Obeyd, and he saith: When I took note and perceived that the souls of men were in pleasure to hear ...