#English #Victorians
How sweet on sunny afternoons, For those who journey light and we… To loiter up a hilly rise Which hides the prospect far beyon… And fancy all the landscape lying
Demeter devastated our good land, In blackness for her daughter snat… Smoke-pillar or loose hillock was… Where soil had been to clasp warm… The wheat, vine, olive, ripe to S…
I stood at the gate of the cot Where my darling, with side-glance… Would spy, on her trim garden-plot… The busy wild things chase and lur… For these with their ways were her…
Joy is fleet, Sorrow slow. Love, so sweet, Sorrow will sow. Love, that has flown
You like not that French novel? T… You think it quite unnatural. Let… The actors are, it seems, the usua… Husband, and wife, and lover. She… In England we’ll not hear of it.…
Oracle of the market! thence you d… The taste which stamped you guide… A North-sea pilot, Hildebrand ycl… A sturdy and a briny, once men kne… He loved small beer, and for that…
MARK where the pressing wind sho… Its skeleton shadow on the broad-b… Here is a fitting spot to dig Lov… Here where the ponderous breakers… And dart their hissing tongues hig…
[Iliad, B. XIV. V. 394] Not the sea-wave so bellows abroad… Whipped from the sea’s deeps up by… Nay, nor is ever the roar of the f… Down along mountain-glades, when i…
Fair and false! No dawn will gree… Thy waking beauty as of old; The little flower beneath thy feet Is alien to thy smile so cold; The merry bird flown up to meet
This golden head has wit in it. I… Again, and a far higher life, near… Some women like a young philosophe… Perchance because he is diminutive… For woman’s manly god must not exc…
He rises and begins to round, He drops the silver chain of sound Of many links without a break, In chirrup, whistle, slur and shak… All intervolv’d and spreading wide…
Come to me in any shape! As a victor crown’d with vine, In thy curls the clustering grape,… Or a vanquished slave: ’Tis thy coming that I crave,
The Tyrant passed, and friendlier… On the great man of Athens, whom… He knew, than on the sycophantic f… That broke as waters round a galle… Bubbles at prow and foam along the…
[Iliad, V. V. 385—Dedicated to t… How big of breast our Mother Gaea… At sight of her boy Giants on the… Each over other as they neighboure… Fronting the day’s descent across…
A roar thro’ the tall twin elm-tre… The mustering storm betrayed: The South-wind seized the willow That over the water swayed. Then fell the steady deluge