#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
The sun goes down, on other lands… I long to keep him, but he will no… Only in fancy can I wing my way To overtake him, to recatch each r… Warmer and warmer, till at last is…
The desert sand at day’s swift fli… Drank of the dew—cold vivid night Where Nile flows as he flowed When first men reaped and sowed As though his stream since Time b…
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…
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…
At Tiro, in her father’s tower, The young Cristina had her bower, Over blue Bolsena’s lake, Where small frolic ripples break Under a grove of sycamore
Within, the pillars soar to gloom Lit by the glimmering Rose ; Spirits of beauty shrined in stone Afar from mortal woes, Hearing not, though their haunted…
Of the old house, only a few, crum… Courses of brick, smothered in net… Or a shaped stone lying mossy wher… Sprawling bramble and saucy thistl… What once was fire-lit floor and p…
Away, sad thoughts, and teasing Perplexities, away! Let other blood go freezing, We will be wise and gay. For here is all heart-easing,
Time, that has crumbled to impoten… Empire on empire, towering in arro… Time, at whose finger invisibly co… Their bannered battalions marched… Time stays motionless when are hea…
Move onward, Time, and bring us s… From this self—clouding turmoil wh… On others’ errands driven continua… O lead us to our own souls, ere we… We toil for that we love not; thou…
Blacker the night grows ere the da… Keener the cost, and fiercer yet t… But hark! above the thunder and th… A trumpet blowing splendid through… It is the challenge of our dead un…
Victory! Was that proud word once… Are difficulty, patience, effort h… As danger’s edge, disputing yard b… The adversary without and the mind… Are these our only angels? friends…
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
There is a dimness fallen on old f… Our hearts are solemnized with dea… Than Time is bright with: we have… Or read of it in books; it is our… Eyes that have seen this wonder; l…
Like the bloom on a grape is the e… And a first faint frost the wind h… Yet the fear of his breath avails… The withered leaves on the cold gr… For they huddle and whisper in pha…