#English #Victorians
‘In harmony with Nature’? Restles… Who with such heat dost preach wha… When true, the last impossibility; To be like Nature strong, like Na… Know, man hath all which Nature h…
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither’d leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace,
Goethe in Weimar sleeps, and Gree… Long since, saw Byron’s struggle… But one such death remain’d to com… The last poetic voice is dumb. What shall be said o’er Wordswort…
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen’d by deep boughs on either… And at its end, to stay the eye, Those black-crown’d, red-boled pin… Birds here make song, each bird ha…
“O monstrous, dead, unprofitable w… That thou canst hear, and hearing,… A voice oracular hath peal’d to-da… To-day a hero’s banner is unfurl’d… Hast thou no lip for welcome?”—So…
In this fair stranger’s eyes of gr… Thine eyes, my love, I see. I shudder: for the passing day Had borne me far from thee. This is the curse of life! that no…
Light flows our war of mocking wor… Behold, with tears mine eyes are w… I feel a nameless sadness o’er me… Yes, yes, we know that we can jest… We know, we know that we can smile…
Because thou hast believ’d, the wh… Stand never idle, but go always ro… Not by their hands, who vex the pa… Mov’d only; but by genius, in the… Of all its chafing torrents after…
Each on his own strict line we mov… And some find death ere they find… So far apart their lives are throw… From the twin soul that halves the… And sometimes, by still harder fat…
I too have suffer’d: yet I know She is not cold, though she seems… She is not cold, she is not light; But our ignoble souls lack might. She smiles and smiles, and will no…
We, O Nature, depart, Thou survivest us! this, This, I know, is the law. Yes! but more than this, Thou who seest us die
The Castle Down the Savoy valleys sounding, Echoing round this castle old, 'Mid the distant mountain-chalets Hark! what bell for church is toll…
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; a… The sunshine in the happy glens is… And by the sea, and in the brakes.
To die be given us, or attain! Fierce work it were, to do again. So pilgrims, bound for Mecca, pra… At burning noon: so warriors said, Scarf’d with the cross, who watch’…
SAY, what blinds us, that we clai… Of possessing powers not our share… Since man woke on earth, he knows… But, before we woke on earth, we w… Long, long since, undower’d yet, o…
