#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
NOW there is nothing wrong with m… Except—I think it’s called T.B. And that is why I have to lay Out in the garden all the day. Our garden is not very wide,
WHEN the waters’ countenance Blurs ‘twixt glance and second gla… When our tattered smokes forerun Ashen ’neath a silvered sun; When the curtain of the haze
TELL it to the locked—up trees, Cuckoo, bring your song here! Warrant, Act and Summons, please, For Spring to pass along here! Tell old Winter, if he doubt,
AT two o’clock in the morning, if… You will hear the feet of the Win… And the trees in the shadow rustle… And though it is deep, dark night,… So do the cows in the field. They…
You couldn’t pack a Broadwood hal… You mustn’t leave a fiddle in the… You couldn’t raft an organ up the… And play it in an Equatorial swam… I travel with the cooking-pots and…
ONE moment bid the horses wait, Since tiffin is not laid till thre… Below the upward path and straight You climbed a year ago with me. Love came upon us suddenly
FATHER, Mother, and Me Sister and Auntie say All the people like us are We, And every one else is They. And They live over the sea,
Thrones, Powers, Dominions, Peop… Are changing 'neath our hand. Our fathers also see these things But they do not understand. By—they are by with mirth and tear…
WHERE run your colts at pasture? There hide your mares to breed? ’Mid bergs about the Ice—cap Or wove Sargasso weed; By chartless reef and channel,
THERE runs a road by Merrow Dow… A grassy track today it is— An hour out of Guildford Town, Above the river Wey it is. Here, when they heard the horse—be…
GOD gave all men all earth to lov… But since our hearts are small, Ordained for each one spot should… Belovèd over all; That, as He watched Creation’s bi…
Of all the trees that grow so fair… Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun, Than Oak, and Ash, and Thorn. Sing Oak, and Ash, and Thorn, go…
BUY my English posies Kent and Surrey may Violets of the Undercliff Wet with Channel spray; Cowslips from a Devon combe
AS I PASS through my incarnatio… I make my proper prostrations to t… Peering through reverent fingers… And the Gods of the Copybook Hea… We were living in trees when they…
WHENCE comest thou, Gehazi, So reverend to behold, In scarlet and in ermines And chain of England’s gold?" “From following after Naaman