#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
I saw one rushing madly in pursuit Of Liberty. With frenzied steps h… Old laws and customs with disdainf… He spurned beneath him in a mire o… He stood before the wondering worl…
She went on talking like a running… Without more reason or more pause… Than to gather breath and then pur… Just where it led her, tender, sad… Her moods seemed all alike to her.…
Youth is all valiant. He and I to… Conscious of strength, and unrepro… Strained at the world’s convention… Too weak to bind us, and burst for… The backs of fools we scourged as…
At this fair oak table sat Whilom he our Laureate, Poet, handicraftsman, sage, Light of our Victorian age, William Morris, whose art’s plan
Away! Away! Away with her, young… Away with her in haste lest dawn s… If that her kinsmen should thy dee… Ill might it fare with thee for he… Away with her to thine own palace…
I WOULD I had thy courage, dear… This bankruptcy of love, and greet… With smiling eyes and unconcerned… And these few words of banter at “… I would that I could sing and com…
HE DESIRES THE IMPOSSIB… If it were possible the fierce sun… Standing in heaven unloved, compan… Enshrinèd be in some white—bosomed… And so forget his rage and lonelin…
Here our roads part. Go thou by t… Thy youth before thee and the rive… My path lies o’er the desert, and… Has rougher seas to plough (and da… I know not what to offer you: a sm…
An old heart’s mourning is a hideo… And weeds upon an aged weeper clin… Like night upon a grave. The city… Gaunt as a woman who has once been… Lay black with winter, and the sil…
I must not speak of it. Even yet… Is but a feeble thing to fret and… And it might chance to wake and wi… When nights were still and stars w… Sit up and muse upon its lonely st…
A LATER DEDICATION To her the sweetest, fairest, wort… Who the inspirer is of my new prai… Whom lately once, one Autumn afte… I walked with nor told aught a lov…
Oh! leave the past to buy its own… The past is naught to us, the pres… What need of last year’s leaves to… What need of ghosts to grace a fes… I would not, if I could, those da…
Nor later, when with her my childh… Was life less sealed to me. The C… My guardian next and mother deifie… Who lit within me a more subtle fl… Of constancy, and clothed me in he…
TO ONE WHO LOVED HIM I cannot love you, love, as you lo… In singleness of soul, and faith u… I have no faith in any destiny, In any Heaven, even at your side.
All things, they say, come home to… Riches, power, fame, lost fortune,… Health to our friends, ill hap to… Even love, that glorious paradisal… The woman unattained, whose though…