#EnglishWriters
Beeny did not quiver, Juliot grew not gray, Thin Valency’s river Held its wonted way. Bos seemed not to utter
WHEN you paced forth, to wait ma… A dream of other offspring held my… Compounded of us twain as Love de… Rare forms, that corporate now wil… Should I, too, wed as slave to Mo…
I said to Love, “It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, t…
In the vaulted way, where the pass… To the shadowy corner that none co… You paused for our parting, - plai… Though overnight had come words th… My fond frail happiness out of me.
Between the folding sea-downs, In the gloom Of a wailful wintry nightfall, When the boom Of the ocean, like a hammering in…
In our heart of hearts believing Victory crown the just, And that braggarts must Surely bite the dust, Press we to the field ungrieving,
Here, where Vespasian’s legions s… And Cerdic with his Saxons entere… And Henry’s army leapt afloat to… Convincing triumphs over neighbour… Vaster battalions press for furthe…
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins o… I passed, and garish spectres move… To dire distress. And hammerings,
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…
I saw a dead man’s finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I: "T… His immortality." I looked there as the seasons w…
Dear Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? In sun, in rain? - Or is your brow Past joy, past pain,
A very West-of-Wessex girl, As blithe as blithe could be, Was once well-known to me, And she would laud her native town… And hope and hope that we
I hear that maiden still Of Keinton Mandeville Singing, in flights that played As wind-wafts through us all, Till they made our mood a thrall
They had long met o’ Zundays—her… And at junketings, maypoles, and f… But she bode wi’ a thirtover uncle… Swore by noon and by night that he… Naibor Sweatley—a gaffer oft weak…
It faces west, and round the back… High beeches, bending, hang a veil… And sweep against the roof. Wild… Climb on the walls, and seem to sp… (If we may fancy wish of trees and…