#EnglishWriters
Poor little mite with mottled brea… Half-fledged, and fallen from the… For whom this world hath just begu… Who want to fly, yet scarce can ru… Why open wide your yellow beak?
Heaven strews the earth with snow, That neither friend nor foe May break the sleep of the fast-dy… A world arrayed in white, Late dawns, and shrouded light,
Good-bye, old year, good-bye! Gentle you were to many as to me, And so we, meditating, sigh, Since what hath been will be, That you must die.
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,…
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…
Should fickle hands in far-off day… No longer stroke thy hair, And lips that once were proud to p… Forget to call thee fair, Sigh but my name, and though I be
Dearest, I know thee wise and goo… Beloved by all the best; With fancy like Ithuriel’s spear, A judgment proof 'gainst rage or f… Heart firm through many a stormy y…
‘Awake, awake, for the Springtime… March daffodils too long dreaming; The lark is high in the spacious s… And the celandine’s stars are glea… The gorse is ablaze, and the woodl…
Although no stupid scoffer, I Am wholly at a loss To apprehend the reason why You kiss Lorenzo’s Cross. For though indeed a hundred days’
From tangled brake and trellised b… Bring every bud that blows, But never will you find the flower To match an English rose. It blooms with more than city grac…
So you think he is defeated, O ye… And that Victory is meted in your… O ye fools! though justice tarry,… Right, howe’er it may miscarry, er… And you think a wounded hero may h…
When Winter hoar no longer holds The young year in his gripe, And bleating voices fill the folds… And blackbirds pair and pipe; Then coax the maiden where the sap
Though we must die, I would not d… When fields are brown and bleak, When wild-geese stream across the… And the cart-lodge timbers creak. For it would be so lone and drear
Where Apennine slopes unto Tuscan… And breaks into dimples, and laugh… To see where the terrors of Winte… And out of a valley of grape and g… There blossoms a City of domes an…
Come, let us go into the lane, lov… And mark and gather what the Autu… The creamy elder mellowed into win… The russet hip that was the pink-w… The amber woodbine into rubies tur…
