#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Wide earth, wide heaven, and in th… Silence! The summit of the Down i… Between the climbing crests of woo… Great sea—winds, wont, when the we… To rock tall beeches and strong oa…
Man, simple and brave, easily conf… Giving his all, glad of the sun’s… Heeding little of pitiful incomple… Mending life with laughter and che… Where is he?—I see him not, but I…
Round apples, burning upon the app… As the evening flush withdraws, Perfect and satiate, earth’s compl… In a stillness nothing flaws, You burn in the branching golden g…
No, though our all be spent– Heart’s extremest love, Spirit’s whole intent, All that nerve can feel, All that brain invent,-
Now December darkens Over Autumn dead. The frozen earth now hearkens For the last leaf to be shed. Above gray grass the branches bare
From the howl of the wind As I opened the door And entered, the firelight Was soft on the floor. Mute each in their places
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…
I am here, and you; The sun blesses us through Leaves made of light. The air is in your hair; You hold a flower.
Between the mountains and the plai… We leaned upon a rampart old; Beneath, branch—blossoms trembled… Far—off a dusky fringe of rain Brushed low along a sky of gold,
We grudged not those that were dea… Lovers, brothers, sons. Our hearts were full, and out of a… We gave our belovèd ones. Because we loved, we gave. In the…
Blue noon shines o’er the sea; Waves break starry on the sand; Lights and sounds and scents come… On the radiant air of the land. I am filled with the melody of wav…
When your head leans back slowly,… Muse earnest upon mine and starry… With depths unfathomed that still… And the words fail, and sight with… Whence comes that almost sadness,…
Be ruthless, then; scorn slaves of… The blow, planned with such patien… So terribly; hack on, and care not… The innocent fall; live out your f… Then you speak speech that we can…
I saw the Goddess of the Evening… Between two mountain pillars. Tal… Appeared her stature, and her outs… Laid on those luminous cold summit… Touching, and lingered. Earth was…
No more of sorrow, the world’s old… Nor war of thronging spirits numbe… Immortal ardours in brief days con… No more the languid fever of manki… To—day I sing: ’tis no melodious…