#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
I cannot raise my eyelids up from… But I am visited with thoughts of… Slumber has no refreshment half so… As the sweet morn, that wakes my h… I cannot put away life’s trivial c…
Love grasps my heart in a net Like the strong roots of a flower; So surely his root is set In my spirit, to hold me with powe… Yet to—night, O forgive me, Dear!
Now December darkens Over Autumn dead. The frozen earth now hearkens For the last leaf to be shed. Above gray grass the branches bare
Just as I came Into the empty, westward—facing ro… A sudden gust blew wide The tall window; at once A shock of sudden light, vibrating…
In a by—street, blocked with rubbl… And any—way—tumbled stones, Between the upstanding house—front… Naked and scorched bones, Chinese workmen were clearing
O wailing gust, what hast thou bro… What sting of desolation? But an… And brave was every shy new—opened… Smiling in sun beneath a budding t… Now over black hills the skies sto…
Lonely, save for a few faint stars… Dreams; and lonely, below, the lit… Into its gloom retires, secluded a… Scarcely the dumb roar enters this… And all is dark, save where come f…
An Ode I walked beside full—flooding Tha… Westward; upon my face the sunset… The hour, the spacious evening, pl… Buoyant the air breathed after rai…
Violets, in what pleasant earth yo… I know not, nor what heavenly mois… To tincture in your petals such di… As seems a pure June midnight’s s… But on her bosom when you breathed…
Out of first sleep as they awoke The moon had stolen upon her face. It seemed that they had opened eye… New on another world and place. The eyes of each the other sought
Out of the dusk of distant woods All round beneath the April skies Blossom—white, the cherry trees Like lovely apparitions rise, Like spirits strange to this ill w…
Out of the Forest into a terrible… Of noon, the pinnacles of the temp… Stone Faces, immense in carven ru… Above the trembling of giant trees… Stone Faces, of secret and eterna…
Past is the past! But no, it is n… In us, in us, it quickens, wants,… And on our hearts the unknown dead… The hunger and the thirst of their… Unknown the pangs, the peace we to…
Soft little hands that stray and c… Like fern fronds curl and uncurl b… While baby faces lie in such Close sleep as flowers at night th… What is it you would, clasp and ho…
Green banks and gliding river! What air from what far place Comes down your waters’ face And makes your willows shiver? Over me stole a spell,