#EnglishWriters
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl
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…
Why should we reck of hours that r… While we two ride together? The heavens rent from end to end Would be but windy weather, The strong stars shaken down in sp…
Said the Lord God, “Build a hous… Build it in the gorge of death, Found it in the throats of hell. Where the lost sea muttereth, Fires and whirlwinds, build it wel…
The sky is blue with summer and th… The woods are brown as autumn with… It might as well be Tropics and b… I might as well be born a copper… I fashion me an oriental fan
He sayeth there is no sin, and all… Swells round him into a world made… The midnight of his universe of sh… Is the vast shadow of his shameles… He blames all that begat him, gods…
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…
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but… For we are the people of England,… There is many a fat farmer that dr… There is many a free French peasa… There are no folk in the whole wor…
She sat upon her Seven Hills She rent the scarlet robes about h… Nor yet in her two thousand years Had ever grieved that men should d… But what new horror shakes the min…
What will there be to remember Of us in the days to be? Whose faith was a trodden ember And even our doubt not free; Parliaments built of paper,
Then Bernard smiled at me, that I… But I had gazed already; caught t… Faced the unfathomable ray of rays Which to itself and by itself is t… Then was my vision mightier than m…
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…
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…
The sun was black with judgment, a… Blood: but between I saw a man stand, saying: ‘To me… The grass is green. ’There was no star that I forgot…
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…