#English #Victorians
Thy greatest knew thee, Mother Ea… He knew thy sons. He probed from… Of human passions, but of love def… His wisdom was not, for he knew th… Thence came the honeyed corner at…
What are we first? First, animals… Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of th… And all that draweth on the tomb f… Into which state comes Love, the…
All other joys of life he strove t… And magnify, and catch them to his… But they had suffered shipwreck wi… And gazed upon him sallow from the… Or if Delusion came, 'twas but to…
I cannot lose thee for a day, But like a bird with restless wing My heart will find thee far away, And on thy bosom fall and sing, My nest is here, my rest is here;…
I think she sleeps: it must be sle… Hangs that abandoned arm toward th… The face turned with it. Now make… Sleep on: it is your husband, not… The Poet’s black stage-lion of wr…
Fair Mother Earth lay on her back… To gaze her fill on Autumn’s suns… When at a waving of the fallen lig… Sprang realms of rosy fruitage o’e… A lustrous heavenly orchard hung t…
I see a fair young couple in a woo… And as they go, one bends to take… That so may be embalmed their happ… And in another day, a kindred mood… Haply together, or in solitude,
What links are ours with orbs that… So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from a shield: Still at the death of day,
Avert, High Wisdom, never vainly… This threat of War, that shows a… When nations gain the pitch where… Seems reason they are ripe for can… Dark looms the issue though the ca…
WHEN by Zeus relenting the manda… Sentencing to exile the bright… Mindful were the ploughmen of who… Who: and what a track show’d th… Mindful were the shepherds, as now…
Of men he would have raised to lig… In soul he conquered with those ne… His country’s pride and her abasem… The Man of England circled by the…
Sleek as a lizard at round of a st… The look of her heart slipped out… Sweet on her lord her soft eyes sh… As innocents clear of a shade of s… He laid a finger under her chin,
Under what spell are we debased By fears for our inviolate Isle, Whose record is of dangers faced And flung to heel with even smile? Is it a vaster force, a subtler gu…
1—I In middle age an evil thing Befell Archduchess Anne: She looked outside her wedding-rin… Upon a princely man.
Cistercians might crack their side… With laughter, and exemption get, At sight of heroes clasping brides… And hearing—O the horn! the horn! The horn of their obstructive debt…
