#EnglishWriters
O epic-famed, god-haunted Central… Heave careless of the deep wrong d… When from Torino’s track I saw th… And multimarbled Genova the Proud… Gleam all unconscious how, wide-li…
SNOW-BOUND in woodland, a mour… Dropt now and then from the bill o… Reached me on wind-wafts; and thus… Wearily waiting:— “I planned her a nest in a leafles…
Why should this flower delay so lo… To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin… When flowers are in their tombs… Through the slow summer, when the…
As newer comers crowd the fore, We drop behind. —We who have laboured long and sor… Times out of mind, And keen are yet, must not regret
In the third-class seat sat the jo… And the roof-lamp’s oily flame Played down on his listless form a… Bewrapt past knowing to what he wa… Or whence he came.
I come across from Mellstock whil… To behold where I lived with you… I shall go in the gray, at the pas… And need no setting open of the lo… As before.
Whether to sally and see thee, gir… Or whether to stay And see thee not! How vast the di… Of Yea from Nay Just now. Yet this same sun will…
Minor Key Let me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might That fashioned forth its lovelines… Had other aims than my delight.
Just at the corner of the wall We met– yes, he and I – Who had not faced in camp or hall Since we bade home good-bye, And what once happened came back–…
We are budding, master, budding, We of your favourite tree; March drought and April flooding Arouse us merrily. The stemlets brightly studding;
He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the wintry way; From day-dawn until eve repairs
“Percussus sum sicut foenum, et ar… —Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring again:
Beeny did not quiver, Juliot grew not gray, Thin Valency’s river Held its wonted way. Bos seemed not to utter
Southampton Docks: October 189… Here, where Vespasian’s legions s… And Cendric with the Saxons enter… And Henry’s army lept afloat to w… Convincing triumphs over neighbori…
From the slow march and muffled dr… And crowds distrest, And book and bell, at length I ha… To my full rest. A ten years’ rule beneath the sun
