#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree: You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,
Of old with a divided heart I saw my people’s pride expand, Since a man’s soul is torn apart By mother earth and fatherland. I knew, through many a tangled tale,
#WarPoems
SEE the flying French depart Like the bees of Bonaparte, Swarming up with a most venomous vitalit… Over Baden and Bavaria, And Brighton and Bulgaria,
Words, for alas my trade is words, a bar… Rubbed by a hundred rhymesters, battered… Take them, you, that smile on strings, t… The words that never lie, or brag, or fl… I give a hand to my lady, another to my…
Passionate peace is in the sky— And in the snow in silver sealed The beasts are perfect in the field, And men seem men so suddenly— (But take ten swords and ten times ten
The last chapter has been concerned with the contention that orthodoxy is not only (as is often urged) the only safe guardian of morality or order, but is also the only logical guardian...
A cloud was on the mind of men, and wail… Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul when we… Science announced nonentity and art admi… The world was old and ended: but you and… Round us in antic order their crippled v…
I suggest that diplomatists of the internationalist school should spend some of their money on staging farces and comedies of cross-purposes, founded on the curious and prevalent idea t...
#1921 #WhatISawInAmerica
When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think that I shall not be too old To stare at everything; As I stared once at a nursery door
#Death #Love
The old earth keepeth her watch the same… Alone in a voiceless void doth stand, Her orange flowers in her bosom flame, Her gold ring in her hand. The surfs of the long gold-crested morns
The wine they drink in Paradise They make in Haute Lorraine; God brought it burning from the sod To be a sign and signal rod That they that drink the blood of God
King Dives he was walking in his garden… Where his flowers are made of iron and h… stone, And his hives are full of thunder and th… and kills,
The Druids waved their golden knives And danced around the Oak WHen they had sacrificed a man; But though the learned search and scan No single modern person can
I cannot count the pebbles in the brook. Well hath He spoken: “Swear not by thy… Thou knowest not the hairs,” though He,… Writes that wild number in His own stra… I cannot count the sands or search the s…
Heaven shall forgive you Bridge at dawn… The clothes you wear—or do not wear— And Ladies’ Leap-frog on the lawn And dyes and drugs, and petits verres. Your vicious things shall melt in air ..…