#EnglishWriters
‘I play for Seasons; not Eterniti… Says Nature, laughing on her way.… All those whose stake is nothing m… And lo, she wins, and of her harmo… She is full sure! Upon her dying…
How smiles he at a generation rank… In gloomy noddings over life! The… Not he to feed upon a breast untha… Or eye a beauteous face in a crack… But he can spy that little twist o…
When I would image her features, Comes up a shrouded head: I touch the outlines, shrinking; She seems of the wandering dead. But when love asks for nothing,
Grey with all honours of age! but… As dawn when the drowsy farm-yard… Tender to tearfulness—childlike, a… Here beats true English blood ric… ground.
When buds of palm do burst and spr… Their downy feathers in the lane, And orchard blossoms, white and re… Breathe Spring delight for Autumn… And the skylark shakes his wings i…
A dove flew with an Olive Branch; It crossed the sea and reached the… And on a ship about to launch Dropped down the happy sign it bor… ‘An omen’ rang the glad acclaim!
With sagest craft Arachne worked Her web, and at a corner lurked, Awaiting what should plump her soo… To case it in the death-cocoon. Sagaciously her home she chose
I am not of those miserable males Who sniff at vice and, daring not… Do therefore hope for heaven. I t… Of all my deeds. The wind that fi… Propels; but I am helmsman. Am I…
There she goes up the street with… And her Good morning, Martin! Ay… Very well, thank you, Martin!-I c… I might just as well never have co… I can’t understand it. She talks…
[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…
Night, like a dying mother, Eyes her young offspring, Day. The birds are dreamily piping. And O, my love, my darling! The night is life ebb’d away:
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…
Merrily 'mid the faded leaves, O Robin of the bright red breast! Cheerily over the Autumn eaves, Thy note is heard, bonny bird; Sent to cheer us, and kindly endea…
At last we parley: we so strangely… In such a close communion! It bef… About the sounding of the Matin-b… And lo! her place was vacant, and… Of loneliness was round me. Then…
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