#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Sweet lark! that, bedded in the ta… Protractest dewy slumbers, wake, a… The brightest moments of the morni… Thou shouldst be up, and carolling… Go up! go up! and melt into the bl…
Why should we lodge in marble or i… Spirits more vast than earth, or s… Wiser the silent worshipper that c… Their words for wisdom that will n… Unto the favourite of the passing…
Why love life more, the less of it… And what is left be little but the… And Time’s subsiding passions hav… One’s taste for pleasure, and one’… Is it not better, like the waning…
I leaned upon the rustic bridge, And watched the streamlet make Its chattering way past zigzag rid… Down to the silent lake. The sunlight flickered on the wave…
I chide not at the seasons, for if… With backward look refuses to be f… My Love still more than April mak… And shows May blossom in the blea… Should Summer fail its tryst, or…
In the city of Darmstadt, the Sab… Shone over the broad Cathedral Sq… And to nobly, richly, and lowly bo… The belfry carilloned call to pray… Then banker, and burgher, and lear…
In the dark shadow of the windless… Whose gloomy glory lines the obseq… Of the gaunt Claudian Aqueduct al… The lone Campagna to sepulchral R… A Northern youth, companionless,…
‘Know, Nature, like the cuckoo, l… Placing her eggs in whatso nest sh… And when, at callow-time, you thin… The sparrow’s stationary chirp, lo… Voyaging voice to glorify the Spr…
Though all the world should stand… And leave you to your sorrow, And you from none, or near, or wid… A smile or tear could borrow; I still would stand with arms outs…
Maiden, with English hair, and ey… The colour of Italian skies, What seek you by this shore? ‘I seek, sir, for the latest home Where Shelley dwelt, and, o’er th…
Where violets blue to olives gray From furrows brown lift laughing e… And silvery Mensola sings its way Through terraced slopes, nor seeks… But onward and downward leaps and…
Side by side with Lady Mabel Sate I, with the sunshade down; In the distance hummed the Babel Of the many-footed town; There we sate with looks unstable–
Yes! let His place be there! Where the lone moorland gazes on t… Not in the squalid street nor pomp… So that he again may be From contamination free,
Now let the cry, ‘To Arms! To Ar… Go ringing round the world; And swift a wave-wide Empire swar… Round Battleflag unfurled! Wherever glitters Britain’s might…
Above the glow of molten steel, The roar of furnace, forge, and sh… Protectress of the City’s weal, Now, Learning rears her loftier h… That Progress may at length descr…
