#English #Victorians
Long fed on boundless hopes, O ra… How angrily thou spurn’st all simp… “Christ,” some one says, “was huma… No judge eyes us from Heaven, our… We live no more, when we have done…
Still glides the stream, slow drop… Under the rustling poplars’ shade; Silent the swans beside us float— None speaks, none heeds; ah, turn… Let those arch eyes now softly shi…
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…
Before man parted for this earthly… While yet upon the verge of heaven… God put a heap of letters in his h… And bade him make with them what w… And man has turn’d them many times…
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…
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’…
Yes: in the sea of life enisl’d, With echoing straits between us th… Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping fl…
In the deserted, moon-blanched str… How lonely rings the echo of my fe… Those windows, which I gaze at, f… Silent and white, unopening down, Repellent as the world,—but see,
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us th… Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone. The islands feel the enclasping fl…
Foil’d by our fellow-men, depress’… We leave the brutal world to take… And, Patience! in another life, w… The world shall be thrust down, an… And will not, then, the immortal a…
In * the cedar shadow sleeping, Where cool grass and fragrant gloo… Oft at noon have lur’d me, creepin… From your darken’d palace rooms: I, who in your train at morning…
A thousand knights have rein’d the… To watch this line of sand-hills r… Along the never-silent Strait, To Calais glittering in the sun; To look tow’rd Ardres’ Golden Fi…
Was it a dream? We sail’d, I thou… Martin and I, down the green Alpi… Border’d, each bank, with pines; t… On the wet umbrage of their glossy… On the red pinings of their forest…
What mortal, when he saw, Life’s voyage done, his heavenly… Could ever yet dare tell him fearl… ‘I have kept uninfring’d my nature… The inly-written chart thou gavest…
Come to me in my dreams, and then By day I shall be well again. For then the night will more than… The hopeless longing of the day. Come, as thou cam’st a thousand ti…
