#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
When of tender mind and body I was moved by minstrelsy, And that strain “The Bridge of L… Brought a strange delight to me. In the battle-breathing jingle
There trudges one to a merry-makin… With sturdy swing, On whom the rain comes down. To fetch the saving medicament Is another bent,
In a Wood Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day?
THERE were two youths of equal a… Wit, station, strength, and parent… They studied at the self-same scho… And shaped their thoughts by commo… One pondered on the life of man,
There was a stunted handpost just… Only a few feet high: She was tired, and we stopped in t… At the crossways close thereby. She leant back, being so weary, ag…
Child, were I king, I’d yield my… My chariot, sceptre, vassal-ser… My crown, my porphyry-basined wate… My fleets, whereto the sea is but… For a glance from you!
Well, World, you have kept faith… Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to… Much as you said you were. Since as a child I used to lie
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…
When the hamlet hailed a birth Judy used to cry: When she heard our christening mir… She would kneel and sigh. She was crazed, we knew, and we
He was leaning by a face, He was looking into eyes, And he knew a trysting-place, And he heard seductive sighs; But the face,
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…
He enters, and mute on the edge of… Sits a thin-faced lady, a stranger… A type of decayed gentility; And by some small signs he well ca… That she comes to him almost break…
Under a daisied bank There stands a rich red ruminating… And hard against her flank A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends her… The flowery river-ooze
Forty years back, when much had pl… That since has perished out of min… I heard that voice and saw that fa… He spoke as one afoot will wind A morning horn ere men awake;
O poet, come you haunting here Where streets have stolen up all a… And never a nightingale pours one Full-throated sound? Drawn from your drowse by the Sev…