#EnglishWriters
I have seen dawn and sunset on moo… Coming in solemn beauty like slow… I have seen the lady April bringi… Bringing the springing grass and t… I have heard the song of the bloss…
It’s a warm wind, the west wind, f… I never hear the west wind but tea… For it comes from the west lands,… And April’s in the west wind, and… It’s a fine land, the west land, f…
Once in a hundred years the Lemmi… Westward, in search of food, over… Westward until the salt sea drowns… Westward, till all are drowned, th… Once, it is thought, there was a w…
Oh some are fond of red wine, and… And some are all for dancing by th… But rum alone’s the tipple, and th… Of the old bold mate of Henry Mor… Oh some are fond of Spanish wine,…
In the dark womb where I began My mother’s life made me a man. Through all the months of human bi… Her beauty fed my common earth. I cannot see, nor breathe, nor sti…
Be with me, Beauty, for the fire… My dog and I are old, too old for… Man, whose young passion sets the… Is soon too lame to march, too col… I take the book and gather to the…
In the harbour, in the island, in… Are the tiny white houses and the… And day-long, night-long, the cool… Of the steady Trade Winds blowing… There is the red wine, the nutty…
NOT of the princes and prelates w… Riding triumphantly laurelled to l… Rather the scorned—the rejected—th… The men of the tattered battalion… Dazed with the dust of the battle,…
Out beyond the sunset could I but… Is a sleepy blue laguna which wide… And there’s the Blessed City &mda… The Golden City of St. Mary. It’s built of fair marble &mdash w…
It is good to be out on the road,… Going through meadow and village,… Through the grey light drift of th… Under the flying white clouds, and… And to halt at the chattering broo…
The meet was at “The Cock and Py… By Charles and Martha Enderby,” The grey, three-hundred-year-old i… Long since the haunt of Benjamin The highwayman, who rode the bay.
“When I’m discharged at Liverpool… I won’t come to sea no more; I’ll court a pretty little lass ‘n… ‘N’ settle somewhere down shore; I’ll never fare to sea again a-tem…
Quinquireme of Nineveh from dista… Rowing home to haven in sunny Pal… With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet w…
Here, where we stood together, we… Before the war had swept us to the… Three thousand miles away, I stan… And hear the bells, and breathe, a… We trod the same path, to the self…
When I am buried, all my thoughts… Will be reduced to lists of dates… And long before this wandering fle… The dates which made me will be al… And none will know the gleam there…