#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
AN ODE Soul of England, dost thou sleep, Lulled or dulled, thy mighty youth… Of the world’s wine hast thou drun… Hast thou sown more than thy hands…
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…
What wonder of what hope do you en… Whose eyes are all filled with fut… What shape of more than beauty wou… With desire’s strength out of the… Your bosom is the haunt of holy fe…
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 come among the peoples like a sh… I sit down by each man’s side. None sees me, but they look on one… And know that I am there. My silence is like the silence of…
Warm, the deserted evening Closes over the moor. Was it here we walked and were mer… Only an hour before? Magic light in the west
Truth incorruptible lives on, thou… Cloud, and the heart flinch, and t… Reject. Because she sought that r… Unweariable lover of the light! History’s marvel, Hellas in despi…
A flower, or the ghost of a flower… Mist, or the soul of it, felt In the secret night’s mid hour, Lost on the morning air! Who shall recover it,—beauty born…
Where is the land that fathered, n… The sap of a strong race into your… Land of wide tilth, of farms and g… Of old towers chiming over peacefu… It is become a vision, barred away
Morn like a thousand shining spear… Terrible in the East appears. O hide me, leaves of lovely gloom, Where the young Dreams like lilie… What is this music that I lose
Through Ebblesborne and Broad—Ch… The narrow river runs, Dimples with dark November rains, Flashes in April suns. But give me days of rosy June
An Ode Luce intellettual, piena d’ amore Prelude Lo, the spirit of a pulsing star w… Born of earth, sprung from night!
A far look in absorbed eyes, unawa… Of what some gazer thrills to gath… Happy voice, singing to itself apa… That pulses new blood through a li… Bowed fortitude; and in an hour of…
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,
Nothing of itself is in the still’… A still submission to each exterio… Still as a pool, accepting trees a… A candid mirror that never a breat… Nor drifted leaf,—as if of a singl…
