#EnglishWriters
EVEN as a river,—partly (it migh… Yielding to old remembrances, and… In part by fear to shape a way dir… That would engulph him soon in the… Turns, and will measure back his c…
A pen—to register; a key— That winds through secret wards Are well assigned to Memory By allegoric Bards. As aptly, also, might be given
AMONG the dwellings framed by bi… In field or forest with nice care, Is none that with the little Wren… In snugness may compare. No door the tenement requires,
HOW sweet it is, when mother Fan… The wayward brain, to saunter thro… An old place, full of many a lovel… Tall trees, green arbours, and gro… And wild rose tip—toe upon hawthor…
GREAT men have been among us; ha… And tongues that utter’d wisdom—be… The later Sidney, Marvel, Harrin… Young Vane, and others who call’d… These moralists could act and comp…
O Friend! I know not which way I… For comfort, being, as I am, oppr… To think that now our life is only… For show; mean handy—work of craft… Or groom! —We must run glittering…
WHAT sounds are those, Helvellyn… Up to thy summit, through the dept… Ascending, as if distance had the… To make the sounds more audible?… Covers, or sprinkles o’er, yon vil…
Now that all hearts are glad, all… Our aged Sovereign sits, to the e… Of states and kingdoms, to their j… Insensible. He sits deprived of s… And lamentably wrapt in twofold ni…
High in the breathless Hall the M… And Emont’s murmur mingled with t… The words of ancient time I thus… A festal strain that hath been sil… “From town to town, from tower to…
CHILD of loud—throated War! the… Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour… Is come, and thou art silent in th… Save when the wind sweeps by and s… Ambiguous, neither wholly thine no…
YES, it was the mountain Echo, Solitary, clear, profound, Answering to the shouting Cuckoo, Giving to her sound for sound! Unsolicited reply
I thought of Thee, my partner and… As being past away.—Vain sympathi… For, backward, Duddon! as I cast… I see what was, and is, and will a… Still glides the Stream, and shal…
LONG time have human ignorance a… Detained us, on what spectacles of… Compelled to look, and inwardly op… With sorrow, disappointment, vexin… Confusion of the judgment, zeal de…
q|A FAMOUS man is Robin Hood, The English ballad—singer’s joy! And Scotland has a thief as good, An outlaw of as daring mood; She has her brave ROB ROY!
HERE pause: the poet claims at l… That virtuous Liberty hath been t… Of his pure song, which did not sh… In the worst moment of these evil… From hope, the paramount 'duty’ th…