#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
Oh, pitiful awaking! What was Adr… That it had earned for him such bi… What his soul’s pride that its new… Should find its echo in a dirge li… The chaunters chaunting slow were…
And here too I, the latest fool o… Sad child of doubt and passionate… Touched with all pity, yet in leag… Watched the red sunsets from the… And lit my poet’s lamp with kindre…
My only title to her grace Is her sad, too silent face; All my right to call her mine The twin tears that on it shine, Tears that tell of griefs long hid
A year ago I too was proud of May… I too delighted in the blackbird’s… When the sun shone my soul made ho… When the rain fell I felt it as a… Then for me too the world was fres…
I will sit down awhile in dallianc… With my dead life, and dream that… My earliest memories have their ho… The chestnut woods of Bearn and s… Where first I learned to stammer…
Unblest discovery of an age too re… They needed not the beauty of the… Who held Heaven’s hope for their… And found in worlds unseen a bette… What to the eye of faith were the…
O fool! O false! I have abandoned… And sold my wealth for metal of ba… O frail disciple of a fair creed g… For human hope when all the world… What was my profit? Freedom of th…
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…
A second warning, nor unheeded. Y… The thought appealed to me as no s… Pure though I was, that love impu… Its seal on that fair woman in her… Her broken beauty did not mar her…
The summer I had passed in my own… High in the Alps, a proselyte to… I was released and free, and spent… On the bare rocks as on a fruitful… I had soothed my soul with labour,…
TO ONE UNFORGOTTEN You are not false perhaps, as love… Meaning the act,—Alas, that guilt… Nor, maybe, have you bowed at othe… Than the true god’s where first yo…
SEVEN weeks of sea, and twice se… Upon the huge Atlantic, and once… We ride into still water and the c… Of a sweet evening, screen’d by ei… Of Spain and Barbary. Our toils…
Thus was my soul enfranchised. Bu… With courage fired to full—fledged… And pushing still the vantage I h… I sought communion with a world le… The living world. I mixed with no…
At such a time indeed of youth’s f… There is a heaving of the soul in… A mighty labour as of joys unborn, Which grieves it and disquiets it… The soul is scared at her own lack…
Assassins find accomplices. Man’s… Has found him three, the hawk, the…