#EnglishWriters
The sea has a laugh And the cliff a frown; For the laugh of the sea is wearin… Lipping and lapping Frown as he may,
OLD Man, your pearls are not for… Your rubies die too soon: Have you the pearls of Sirius, Or opals of the moon? I do not ask for other gems;
UNDER the stars the armies lie a… Between the lines a quiet river fl… Through brakes of honeysuckle, and… And fields where poppies droop in… The night as with a mantle now enf…
WHEN first I saw you, in eclipse… A veil about your head, And wondered at those unseen lips With wit bediamonded: Then laughing down the street I w…
THE spire is gone, that slept for… Mirrored among the lilies, calm an… And now the water holds but empty… Through which the rivers of the th… The church lies broken near the fa…
A ship sails up to Bideford; Upon a western breeze, Mast by mast, sail over sail, She rises from the seas, And sights the hills of Devon
SHE lay beneath an apple tree, A marble maiden, free from care; And round her was a canopy Of moonlit air. He made his bed among the leaf,
Hail! O Baby of the May In the bubbling river-bed, Playing where the cannon play, With the shrapnel overhead! Sparkling in and flashing out
HOODED in angry mist, the sun g… Steel-gray the clouds roll out acr… Is this a Kingdom? Then give Dea… For here no emperor hath won, save… Though from the blackened grasses…
In this red havoc of the patient e… Though higher yet the tide of batt… Now has the hero cast away disguis… And out of ruin splendour comes to… This is the field where Death and…
THOR draws a chord invisible Across the shaking sky: I hear the tearing of the shell, The bullets sing and cry, As, charging through the flames of…
When the bow-waves race through th… and aft are the boiling trails, What ship is that in the fading li… with the press and the wind in her… When the salvo flashes through the…
The starshells float above, the ba… We bear our fallen friend without… Below the waiting legions lie and… To us, who march upon their burial… Wound in the flag of England, her…
O SILVER one, O silver one, Above the valley of the Bane: O stem with snow-water agleam, And glistening limbs, and trails o… The sun has sent a slanting kiss:
FILL up, fill up the stirrup-cup… The wine is running free: The blue veils of the Spring are… She dances on the sea. In fields of love, in lanes of lau…