#English #Victorians #XIXCentury
In our old shipwrecked days there… When in the firelight steadily agl… Joined slackly, we beheld the red… Among the clicking coals. Our lib… That eve was left to us: and hushe…
By this he knew she wept with waki… That, at his hand’s light quiver b… The strange low sobs that shook th… Were called into her with a sharp… And strangled mute, like little ga…
One fairest of the ripe unwedded l… Her shadow on the Sage’s path; he… By common signs, that she had done… He could have made the sovereign h… With questions of the wherefore of…
When Sir Gawain was led to his br… By Arthur’s knights in scorn God-… How think you he felt? O the bride within Was yellow and dry as a snake’s ol…
Spirit of Russia, now has come The day when thou canst not be dum… Around thee foams the torrent tide… Above thee its fell fountain, Pri… The senseless rock awaits thy word
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…
Should thy love die; O bury it not under ice-blue eyes! And lips that deny, With a scornful surprise, The life it once lived in thy brea…
What may the woman labour to confe… There is about her mouth a nervous… 'Tis something to be told, or hidd… I get a glimpse of hell in this mi… She has desires of touch, as if to…
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…
He leaped. With none to hinder, Of Aetna’s fiery scoriae In the next vomit-shower, made he A more peculiar cinder. And this great Doctor, can it be,
Unto that love must we through fir… Which those two held as breath of… The hands of whom were given in bo… Whom Honour was untroubled to res… Midway the road of our life’s term…
We have seen mighty men ballooning… And in another moment bump the gro… He falls; and in his measurement i… To count some inches o’er the comm… ’Twas not enough to send him climb…
Love is winged for two, In the worst he weathers, When their hearts are tied; But if they divide, O too true!
On yonder hills soft twilight dwel… And Hesper burns where sunset die… Moist and chill the woodland smell… From the fern-covered hollows upri… Darkness drops not from the skies,
He felt the wild beast in him betw… So masterfully rude, that he would… To see the helpless delicate thing… His guardianship through certain d… Had he not teeth to rend, and hung…