#English #Victorians
My father was a scholar and knew… When I was five years old, I aske… “What do you read about?” “The siege of Troy.” “What is a siege, and what is Tro…
You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off… So here's the tale from beginning… My friend!
Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the bru…
Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, t… Next time, herself!—not the troubl…
Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught—speak truth—abov… Aught like this tress, see, and th… And this last fairest tress of all…
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the fi… Our times are in His hand Who saith “A whole I planned,
Christ God who savest man, save m… Of men Count Gismond who saved me… Count Gauthier, when he chose his… Chose time and place and company To suit it; when he struck at leng…
MY LOVE, this is the bitterest,… Who art all truth and who dost lov… As thine eyes say, as thy voice br… Shouldst love so truly and couldst… A whole long life through, had but…
Karshish, the picker—up of learnin… The not—incurious in God’s handiw… (This man’s—flesh he hath admirabl… Blown like a bubble, kneaded like… To coop up and keep down on earth…
To whom but you, dear Friend, should I dedicate verses—some few written, all of them supervised, in the comfort of your presence, and with yet another experience of the gracious hospita...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave… To a speeding wind and a bounding… A gallant armament: Each bark built out of a forest—tr…
Stand still, true poet that you ar… I know you; let me try and draw yo… Some night you’ll fail us: when af… You rise, remember one man saw you… Knew you, and named a star!
WOE, he went galloping into the w… Clara, Clara! Let us two dream: shall he ’scape… Scarcely disfigurement, rather a g… Making for manhood which nowise we…
I wonder do you feel to—day As I have felt since, hand in han… We sat down on the grass, to stray In spirit better through the land, This morn of Rome and May?
PIANO DI SORRENTO Fort, Fort, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little fee… I was sure, if I tried,