#EnglishWriters
The voice of childhood blessed me’… It sounded like a solemn echo caug… Out of that world of light where a… And sainted souls, who’ve bid this… Over the tempest rising in my brea…
What shall I do with all the days… That must be counted ere I see th… How shall I charm the interval th… Between this time and that sweet t… Shall I in slumber steep each wea…
Dear, yet forbidden thoughts, that… While shines the weary sun, with s… I drive away; why, when my spirits… Shrouded in the cold sleep of mise… Do ye return, to mock me with fals…
WRITTEN AT OATLANDS. I SHALL come no more to the Ced… The fairies’ palace, beside the st… Where the yellow sun-rays at morni… Through their tresses dark, with a…
‘Poeta volontieri Parlerei a que’ duo che’ insieme v… E pajon si al vento esser leggieri… Dell’ Inferno, Canto . Seer of the triple realm invisible…
Loud wind, strong wind, where art… Into the air, the viewless air, To be lost there, There am I blowing. Clear wave, swift wave, where art…
Night in her dark array Steals o’er the ocean, And with departed day Hushed seems its motion. Slowly o’er yon blue coast
I found a flower in a desolate plo… Where no man wrought,—by a deserte… Where no man dwelt; a strange, dar… Black heavy buds on a pale leafles… I pluck’d it, wondering, and with…
SUGGESTED BY SIR THO… Not in our dreams, not even in our… Not in our dreams, not even in our… May we return to that sweet land o… That home of hope, of innocence, a…
And I Am reading, too, my book of memory… With eyelids closed, over the cres… And the blue, marbled sea, I seek… All present things forgotten, on t…
Is it a sin, to wish that I may m… In that dim world whither our spir… When sleep and darkness follow lif… Is it a sin, that there my voice s… With all that love that I must di…
O Rome, tremendous! who, beholdin… Shall not forget the bitterest pri… That e’er made havoc of one single… O triple crowned, by glory, faith,… Thine is the tiara which thy pries…
Art thou already weary of the way? Thou who hast yet but half the way… Get up, and lift thy burthen: lo,… Thy feet the road goes stretching… If thou already faint, who hast bu…
I saw one whom I love more than m… Stand on a perilous edge of slippe… Under her feet the waters’ furious… And all around the thunder of thei… She stood and smiled, while terror…
The sea has left the strand’ In their deep sapphire cup The waves lie gathered up, Off the hard-ribbed sand. From each dark rocky brim