#English
I could not understand the sudden… The sudden darkness—in the crash o… The din and glare of day quenched… In utter starless night. I lay an age and idly gazed at not…
Here on the ridge where the shrill… Low clouds along the snow And in a streaming moonlit vapour… The peopled earth below. Let me, O life, a little while fo…
Stuck in a bottle on the window-si… In the cold gaslight burning gaily… Against the luminous blue of Lond… These flowers are mine: while some… In some black-throated alley’s ste…
Wind-flicked and ruddy her young b… In sunny shallows, splashing them… But when on rippled, silver sand s… And over her the little green wave… Coldly translucent and moon-colour…
Out of the sparkling sea I drew my tingling body clear, and… On a low ledge the livelong summer… Basking, and watching lazily White sails in Falmouth Bay.
When consciousness came back, he f… Between the opposing fires, but co… On which hand were his friends; an… For him to turn was chancy—bullet… Whistling and shrieking over him,…
Absorbing the clear green tranquil… Through the last hour before his e… In the lush verdure by the ruined… Tranced in a spell of viridescent… That with a solace of calm lucency
In smoky lamplight of a Smyrna Ca… He saw them, seven solemn negroes… With faces rapt and out-thrust bel… In a slow solemn ceremonial cakewa… Dancing and prancing to the sombre…
I WONDER if the old cow died or… Gey bad she was the night I left,… Dick reckoned she would mend. He… At least he fancies so himself, do… Dick knows a lot. But maybe I did…
A blue-black Nubian plucking oran… At Jaffa by a sea of malachite, In red tarboosh, green sash, and f… Burnous—among the shadowy memories That haunt me yet by these bleak n…
“Two rows of cabbages, Two curly-greens, Two rows of early peas, Two of kidney-beans.” That’s what he is muttering,
Two rows of cabbages, Two of curly-greens Two rows of early peas, Two of kidney beans. That’s what he keeps muttering,
They found her cold upon the bed. The cause of death, the doctor sai… Was nothing save the lack of bread… Her clothes were but a sorry rag That barely hid the nakedness
All day beneath the hurtling shell… Before my burning eyes Hover the dainty demoiselles— The peacock dragon-flies. Unceasingly they dart and glance
Black spars of driftwood burn to p… Sea-emeralds and sea-purples and s… And all the innumerable ever-chang… That haunt the changeless deeps bu… Flicker and spire in our enchanted…
