#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #Imagery #RhymedStanza Aubade
All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of red,
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to… And Austria, hounding far and wid… Her blood-hounds thro’ the country… Breathed hot and instant on my tra…
['Will sprawl, now that the heat o… Flat on his belly in the pit’s muc… With elbows wide, fists clenched t… And, while he kicks both feet in t… And feels about his spine small ef…
Grand rough old Martin Luther Bloomed fables-flowers on furze, The better the uncouther: Do roses stick like burrs? A beggar asked an alms
At the midnight in the silence of… When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where—by death,… Low he lies who once so loved you,… —Pity me?
THIS was my dream: I saw a Fore… Old as the earth, no track nor tra… Of unmade man. Thou, Soul, explor… Though in a trembling rapture—spac… Immeasurable! Shrubs, turned tree…
HOW very hard it is to be A Christian! Hard for you and me, —Not the mere task of making real That duty up to its ideal, Effecting thus complete and whole,
Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, t… Next time, herself!—not the troubl…
[SPAIN.] It is a lie—-their Priests, their… Their Saints, their... all they f… Are lies, and lies—-there! through… And ceiling, there! and walls and…
Last night I saw you in my sleep: And how your charm of face was cha… I asked, “Some love, some faith y… You answered, “Faith gone, love e… Whereat I woke—a twofold bliss:
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...
I SPRANG to the stirrup, and J… I galloped, Dirck galloped, we ga… ‘Good speed!’ cried the watch, as… ‘Speed!’ echoed the wall to us gal… Behind shut the postern, the light…
The year’s at the spring, And day’s at the morn; Morning’s at seven; The hill-side’s dew-pearled; The lark’s on the wing;
Ah, did you once see Shelley plai… And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! But you were living before that,
OTHERS may need new life in Hea… Man, Nature, Art—made new, assume… Man with new mind old sense to lea… Nature,—new light to clear old glo… Art that breaks bounds, gets soari…
