#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Lord Lilac thought it rather rott… That Shakespeare should be quite And therefore got on a Committee With several chaps out of the city… And Shorter and Sir Herbert Tree…
It is customary to complain of the bustle and strenuousness of our epoch. But in truth the chief mark of our epoch is a profound laziness and fatigue; and the fact is that the real lazi...
When the business man rebukes the idealism of his office-boy, it is commonly in some such speech as this: “Ah, yes, when one is young, one has these ideals in the abstract and these cas...
Sunder me from my bones, O sword… Till they stand stark and strange… That I whose heart goes up with t… May marvel as much at these. Sunder me from my blood that in th…
I do not cry, beloved, neither cur… Silence and strength, these two at… He gave me sun and stars and aught… But not a woman’s love; for that i… He sealed her heart from sage and…
The Christ-child lay on Mary’s la… His hair was like a light. (O weary, weary were the world, But here is all aright.) The Christ-child lay on Mary’s br…
All good Americans wish to fight the representatives they have chosen. All good Englishmen wish to forget the representatives they have chosen. This difference, deep and perhaps ineradi...
It is a commonplace that men are all agreed in using symbols, and all differ about the meaning of the symbols. It is obvious that a Russian republican might come to identify the eagle a...
So you have gained the golden crow… The laurels and the jewels, the pe… But I will beat the bounding drum… For all the glory I have lost, th… I saw the light of morning pale on…
“Ill fares the land, to hastening… Where Wealth accumulates and Men… So rang of old the noble voice in… O’er the Last Peasants wandering… Doom has reversed the riddle and t…
When all my days are ending And I have no song to sing, I think that I shall not be too o… To stare at everything; As I stared once at a nursery doo…
The gallows in my garden, people s… Is new and neat and adequately tal… I tie the noose on in a knowing wa… As one that knots his necktie for… But just as all the neighbours—on…
If trees were tall and grasses sho… As in some crazy tale, If here and there a sea were blue Beyond the breaking pale, If a fixed fire hung in the air
White founts falling in the courts… And the Soldan of Byzantium is sm… There is laughter like the fountai… It stirs the forest darkness, the… It curls the blood—red crescent, t…
They spoke of Progress spiring ro… Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward— It is not true to say I frowned, Or ran about the room and roared; I might have simply sat and snored…