#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
DARK to me is the earth. Dark to… Where is she that I loved, the… Desolate are the streets. Desolat… A city taken by storm, where no… Sadly I rose at dawn, undid the l…
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…
Yet it is pitiful how friendships… Spite of our oaths eternal and hig… Some fall through blight of tongue… Some through strifes loud in empty… Some vanish with fame got too glor…
Dare all things for Love’s sake,… Of Fate ask nothing, rather by yo… Rebuke it for its niggard ways unb… And trust to Love to shield you i… Remember in the shade of the new y…
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…
How many singers before me! Are t… Dost thou, my sad soul, remember w… Tents in Jiwá, the fair wádi, spe… Fair house of ‘Abla my true love,… Doubting I paused in the pastures…
Care killed a cat, and I have car… Which vex me nightly and disturb m… The things I love have all grown… The things that loved me are estra… I have a house most fair, but tena…
The river Thames has many a dear… In summer days for souls which kno… Or souls too careless of the vain… To heed its frowning while the hea… In boyhood all our pleasure was in…
Mad are we all, maids, men, young… All we that wander blind and want… Dark through the world we go, daze… Edged from the flowers we loved by… Life? Have we lived it? No. We w…
Thus Adrian learned it. And behol… Which he had hardened against all… And wrapped up secretly and laid a… As something which should not be u… Woke with a pang, and tremulously…
THERE is no laughter in the natu… Of beast or fish or bird, though n… Of their futurity to them unfurled Has dared to check the mirth-compe… The lion roars his solemn thunder…
From this day forth I lead anothe… Another life! A life without a te… To-day has ended the unequal strif… My service and my sorrow finish he… See, my soul cuts her cable of bel…
O Thou enfolded in grief, Man, with thy mantle of scorn! Arise and warn! Unloved prophet of ill Who sittest clothed in thy grief,
THE SAME CONTINUED And then fate strikes us. First o… Youth, with its pleasures, is a ta… We grow a little poorer day by day… Old friendships falter. Loves gro…
COLD COMFORT There is no comfort underneath the… Youth turns to age; riches are qui… Pride breeds us pain, our pleasure… The very courage which we count up…