#EnglishWriters
“You see those mothers squabbling… Remarks the man of the cemetery. “One says in tears, ‘Tis mine lie… Another, ‘Nay, mine, you Pharisee… Another, ‘How dare you move my fl…
Why do you harbour that great chev… Filling up your narrow room? You never preen or plume, Or look in a week at your full—len… Picture of bachelor gloom!
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to r… Uncoffined—just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt around: And foreign constellations west
I traced the Circus whose gray st… Where Rome and dim Etruria interj… Till came a child who showed an an… That bore the image of a Constant… She lightly passed; nor did she on…
“O 'Melia, my dear, this does eve… Who could have supposed I should… And whence such fair garments, suc… “O didn’t you know I’d been ruine… —“You left us in tatters, without…
I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs a… “Wherefore, old friends,” said I,… Now, screened from life’s unrest?” —"O not at being here;
AS evening shaped I found me on a… Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureles… Was like a tract in pain. “This scene, like my own life,” I…
‘What do you see in that time-touc… When nothing is there But ashen blankness, although you… A rigid stare? ’You look not quite as if you saw,
He does not think that I haunt he… How shall I let him know That whither his fancy sets him wa… I, too, alertly go? — Hover and hover a few feet from hi…
IN vision I roamed the flashing… So fierce in blazon that the Nigh… As though with an awed sense of su… And as I thought my spirit ranged… In footless traverse through ghast…
‘Why do you stand in the dripping… Cold-lipped, unconscious, wet to t… When there are firesides near?’ sa… ‘I told him I wished him dead,’ s… ‘Yea, cried it in my haste to one
Never a careworn wife but shows, If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those Patient to peruse her, Some one charm the world unknows
Had you wept; had you but neared m… Dewy as the face of the dawn, in y… Then would have come back all the… And a new beginning, a fresh fair… But you were less feebly human, an…
Is it worth while, dear, now, To call for bells, and sally forth… For marriage-rites—discussed, decr… So many years? Is it worth while, dear, now,
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planne… Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires,