#EnglishWriters
HE who has once been happy is for… Out of destruction’s reach. Hi… Holds nothing secret; and Eternit… Which is a mystery to other men… Has like a woman given him its joy…
Moan on with thy loud changeless w… Desolate sea, Grinding thy pebbles into thankles… Oh, could I lash my angry heart l… Until it broke upon an iron land,
This is thy day, thy day of all th… Ireland! The night of anger and m… Where thou didst sit, has vanished… Thou shalt no longer weep in thy l… The dead they slew for thee, or nu…
Love in the summer hills, With youth to mock at ills, And kisses sweet to cheat Our idle tears away. What else has Time in store,
HE IS NOT A POET I would not, if I could, be calle… I have no natural love of the ‘cha… If aught be worth the doing I wou… And others, if they will, may tell…
I do not care for kisses. ’Tis a… We paid for the first privilege of… These are the rains of April whic… Our fallow hearts and forced their… Now the green corn has sprouted.…
An idle story with an idle moral! Why do I tell it, at the risk of… With nobler themes? The world, al… And who would gather truth must be… Nor fear to soil his knees with gr…
Matron was she of a great Roman h… And wed in youth to one she might… Her birth, her fortune, her name l… Such as all noblest virtues most b… How dare she trifle with ignoble t…
You know the story of my birth, th… Which I inherited for good and il… The secret of my father’s fame and… His tragedy and death on that dark… You know at least what the world k…
God knows, ’twas not with a fore—r… I left the easeful dwellings of my… And sought this combat with ungodl… And ceaseless still through years… Have warred with Powers and Princ…
If I had known you—oh, if I had k… In other days when youth and love… I would have raised a temple to en… On some fair pinnacle of cloudless… If you had touched me then with yo…
THE SAME—A CHRISTMAS SO… Since thou hast given me these, J… There have been tidings told of a… Of peace on Earth, good—will with… Thou hast put on my soul’s infirmi…
HE LAMENTS THAT HIS L… My love is dead, dead and in spite… Dead while I lived,—while yet my… With hope and pleasure and the pri… For my love ended unexpectedly
ON FALLING ILL THROUGH… Truce to thee, Soul! I have a deb… Which I acknowledge and without t… I like thee little that thou barre… With prayers too late for one well…
How shall I take up this vain par… And ravel out its issue? Heaven a… The principles of good and evil th… Embodied in our lives, have blindl… Too long for empire in my soul to…
