#English #Victorians
See, as the prettiest graves will… Our poet’s wants the freshness of… Spite of the sexton’s browsing hor… Have struggled through its binding… Headstone and half-sunk footstone…
That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained and ti… Tent of heaven, a planet small: Life was dead and so was light.
NO more wine? then we’ll push bac… A final glass for me, though: cool… We ought to have our Abbey back,… It’s different, preaching in basil… And doing duty in some masterpiece
Just for a handful of silver he le… Just for a riband to stick in his… Found the one gift of which fortun… Lost all the others she lets us de… They, with the gold to give, doled…
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill,
ALL the breath and the bloom of t… All the wonder and wealth of the m… In the core of one pearl all the s… Breath and bloom, shade and shine,… Truth, that’s brighter than gem,
Oh, good gigantic smile o’ the bro… This autumn morning! How he sets… To bask i’ the sun, and thrusts ou… For the ripple to run over in its… Listening the while, where on the…
THE MORN when first it thunders… The eel in the pond gives a leap,… As I leaned and looked over the a… Of the villa-gate this warm March… No flash snapped, no dumb thunder…
Your ghost will walk, you lover of… (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side a-flutter with… Hark, those two in the hazel coppi…
Frowned the Laird on the Lord: “… Death-doomed by our Law of the Bo… We’ve a gallows outside and a chie… Who trespasses—hangs: all’s in ord… He met frown with smile, did the y…
Grand rough old Martin Luther Bloomed fables-flowers on furze, The better the uncouther: Do roses stick like burrs? A beggar asked an alms
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads… On and on, whate’er befall,
I am poor brother Lippo, by your… You need not clap your torches to… Zooks, what’s to blame? you think… What, 'tis past midnight, and you… And here you catch me at an alley’…
O’ Lyric Love, half angel and hal… And all a wonder and a wild desire… Boldest of hearts that ever braved… Took sanctuary within the holier b… And sang a kindred soul out to his…
Now that I, tying thy glass mask… May gaze thro’ these faint smokes… As thou pliest thy trade in this d… Which is the poison to poison her,… He is with her, and they know that…