#EnglishWriters #Victorian
Mr. Alfred Domett, C.M.G., auth… Ranolf and Amohia, 'full of descr… New Zealand scenery.] What’s become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip,
You know, we French stormed Ratis… A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day; With neck out-thrust, you fancy ho…
I. THE FLOWER’S NAME Here’s the garden she walked acros… Arm in my arm, such a short while… Hark, now I push its wicket, the… Hinders the hinges and makes them…
“THE Poet’s age is sad: for why? In youth, the natural world could… No common object but his eye At once involved with alien glow— His own soul’s iris-bow.
New Year’s Day at Asolo in the T… Scene.- A large mean airy chamber. A girl… . Day!
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,
What, he on whom our voices unanim… Made Pope at our last Conclave?… His father earned the daily bread… So much the more his boy minds boo… Becomes first Deacon, and then Pr…
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away! Rescue my Castle, before the hot… Brightens the blue from its silver… (Chorus) “Boot, saddle, to horse,… Ride past the suburbs, asleep as y…
Let them fight it out, friend! thi… God must judge the couple: leave t… —-Whichever one’s the guiltless, t… And whichever one the guilt’s with… II.
It once might have been, once only… We lodged in a street together, You, a sparrow on the housetop lon… I, a lone she—bird of his feather. Your trade was with sticks and cla…
. This is a spray the Bird clung to… Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprang t… Fit for her nest and her treasure.
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…
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…
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…
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,