#EnglishWriters
Thou, who dost dwell alone; Thou, who dost know thine own; Thou, to whom all are known, From the cradle to the grave,— Save, O, save!
Why each is striving, from of old, To love more deeply than he can? Still would be true, yet still gro… —Ask of the Powers that sport wit… They yok’d in him, for endless str…
Ye storm-winds of Autumn Who rush by, who shake The window, and ruffle The gleam-lighted lake; Who cross to the hill-side
My horse’s feet beside the lake, Where sweet the unbroken moonbeams… Sent echoes through the night to w… Each glistening strand, each heath… The poplar avenue was pass’d,
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…
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— We stand to-day by Wordsworth’s t…
LAUGH, 1 my Friends, and withou… Lightly quit what lightly came: Rich to-morrow as to-day Spend as madly as you may. I, with little land to stir,
Go, for they call you, shepherd, f… Go, shepherd, and untie the wattle… No longer leave thy wistful flock… Nor let thy bawling fellows rack t… Nor the cropp’d herbage shoot anot…
The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fa… Upon the straits; on the French c… Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of… Glimmering and vast, out in the tr…
The Castle Down the Savoy valleys sounding, Echoing round this castle old, 'Mid the distant mountain-chalets Hark! what bell for church is toll…
Children (as such forgive them) ha… Ever in their own eager pastime be… To make the incurious bystander, i… On his own swarming thoughts, an i… Too fearful or too fond to play al…
The Master stood upon the mount,… He saw a fire in his disciples’ ey… “The old law,” they cried, “is who… Behold the new world rise!” “Was it,” the Lord then said, “wi…
STILL 1 glides the stream, slow… Under the rustling poplars’ shade; Silent the swans beside us float: None speaks, none heeds—ah, turn t… Let those arch eyes now softly shi…
Glion?—Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were… Glion, but not the same! And yet I know not! All unchanged
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…