#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
This love puts all humanity from m… I can but maledict her, pray her d… For giving love and getting love o… Feeding a heart that else mine own… How much I love I know not, life…
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
‘Love, while you were away there c… From whence I cannot tell - A plaintive lady pale and passionl… Who bent her eyes upon me critical… And weighed me with a wearing wist…
“A woman for whom great gods might… I said, and kissed her there: And then I thought of the other f… And of how charms outwear. I thought of the first with her ea…
In years defaced and lost, Two sat here, transport-tossed, Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of: Scared momently
I rose at night and visited The Cave of the Unborn, And crowding shapes surrounded me For tidings of the life to be, Who long had prayed the silent He…
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.
“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…
At last I entered a long dark gal… Catacomb—lined; and ranged at the… Were the bodies of men from far an… Who, motion past, were nevertheles… “The sense of waiting here strikes…
I—The Tragedy She sits in the tawny vapour That the City lanes have uprol… Behind whose webby fold on fold Like a waning taper
Offended by a Book of the Writer’… NOW that my page upcloses, doomed… Never to press thy cosy cushions m… Or wake thy ready Yeas as heretof… Or stir thy gentle vows of faith i…
Winter is white on turf and tree, And birds are fled; But summer songsters pipe to me, And petals spread, For what I dreamt of secretly
Here we broached the Christmas ba… Pushed up the charred log-ends; Here we sang the Christmas carol, And called in friends. Time has tired me since we met her…
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…
Where once we danced, where once w… Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs han… And cracks creep; worms have fed u… The doors. Yea, sprightlier times…