#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Water, frolic water! Drops in the dazzle of noon, drops… Radiant down naked breast, down ar… You run to my feet, shaken to shin… Betwixt the green blades, liquid g…
O hush, sweet birds, that linger i… Hold in your evening fragrance, we… But drooping branches and leaves t… Darken and cover me over in tender… As a water—lily unclosing on some…
O Thou who seekest me Through the day’s heartless hurry… Who followest me to my thought’s f… Nay, who art gone before— Sustain me, O sustain
No more now with jealous complaini… Shall you be vext; nor I with fea… Torture my heart: my heart is secu… And laughs at follies of former te… No more now with the endless paini…
When life begins anew, And Youth, from gathering flowers… From vague delights, rapt musings,… Turns restless, seeking some great… To sum his fostered dreams; when t…
IT was the very heart of Peace th… In the deep minster-bell’s wide-th… When over old roofs evening seemed… Security this world has never foun… Your cloister looked from Caesar’…
I found my Love among the fern. S… My shadow stole across her, as I… More lightly and slowly, seeing he… In the short—turfed and shelving g… Upon a cushion of wild thyme, amid
I wandered between woods On a grassy down, when still Clouds hung after rain Over hollow and hill; The blossom—time was over,
I want a thousand things to—night; The bonds of earth are strict and… Yet glory were a vain delight Did you not sing within my song. Hungers, despairs, and victories,
There are five men in the moonligh… That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack each a hand. Frogs somewhere near the roadside
By the warm road—side, where chest… The brightness shaded, supine, at… A felon, freed that morn, Lay idle, and wondered, gazing up… O strange no more to be one of a b…
What boat is this that bears My soul on an ocean, fanned By new arriving airs From an undiscovered land? Is this Love’s magic boat, and th…
Wisdom and Valour, Faith, Justice,—the lofty names Of virtue’s quest and prize,— What is each but a cold wraith Until it lives in a man
Yet when the challenge rang, ‘ The War-Lord comes ; give room!… Fearless to arms you sprang Against the odds of doom. Like your own Damian
He stands on high in the torch—gla… With planted feet, with lifted axe… Behind, a gulf of crimsoned air; Beneath, the old wall that gapes a… Tossed fragments crash to dust and…