#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
One without looks in tonight Through the curtain-chink From the sheet of glistening white… One without looks in tonight As we sit and think
When the Present has latched its… And the May month flaps its glad… Delicate—filmed as new—spun silk,… 'He was a man who used to notice s… If it be in the dusk when, like an…
What of the faith and fire within… Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say Night is growing gray, To hazards whence no tears can win…
Whence comes Solace?—Not from see… What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life’s conditions… Nor from heeding Time’s monitions… But in cleaving to the Dream,
Everybody else, then, going, And I still left where the fair w… Much have I seen of neighbour lou… Making a lusty showing, Each now past all knowing.
Between us now and here - Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life’s flushest feather - Who see the scenes slide past,
We walked where Victor Jove was s… And passed to Livia’s rich red mu… Whence, thridding cave and Cripto… We gained Caligula’s dissolving p… And each ranked ruin tended to beg…
As I drive to the junction of lan… And the drizzle bedrenches the wag… I look behind at the fading byway, And see on its slope, now glisteni… Distinctly yet
I would that folk forgot me quite, Forgot me quite! I would that I could shrink from… And no more see the sun. Would it were time to say farewell…
‘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,
THE sun had wheeled from Grey’s… And still I mused on that Thing i… At length I sought the High-stree… The level flare raked pane and ped… And my wrecked face, and shaped my…
How I was caught Hieing home, after days of allure, And driven to an inn’small, obsc… At the junction, fret-fraught! How civil my face
WHEN, soul in soul reflected, We breathed an æthered air, When we neglected All things elsewhere, And left the friendly friendless
We stood by a pond that winter day… And the sun was white, as though c… And a few leaves lay on the starvi… –They had fallen from an ash, and… Your eyes on me were as eyes that…
It bends far over Yell’ham Plain, And we, from Yell’ham Height, Stand and regard its fiery train, So soon to swim from sight. It will return long years hence, w…