#EnglishWriters
OH God, where hast thou hidden T… Where is the road to God? Lo, we, that should be old, have l… We are not manly ripe; we have not… Of all the wisdom that a world can…
HARK the sky-lark in the cloud, Hark the cricket in the grass, Trilling blitheness clear and loud… Chirping glee to all who pass. Oh, the merry summer lay!
BEYOND his silent vault green s… The river flashed along its open w… Blithe swallows flitted in their b… And the sweet lark went quivering… With him was stillness and his hea…
Young laughters, and my music! Ay… The voice can reach no blending mi… ’Tis the bird’s trill because the… And spring means trilling on a blo… ’Tis the spring joy that has no wh…
WHERE found Love his yesterday? When is Love’s to-morrow? say. Love has only now. We can swear it, we who stand In Love’s present, hand in hand,
“Lest that by any means When I have preached to others I… Should be a castaway.” If some on… Would take that text and preach to… Some one who could forget his trut…
A bird and flower upon the tree, Sweet peony and oriole, Each of them a perfect soul, Song and sweetness manifest The bird and flower we love the be…
TOO rash, sweet birds, spring is… Sharp winds are fell in east and n… Late blossoms die for peeping fort… Days are unsunned, storms tear the… The tree-buds wilt before they swe…
’Tis men who say that through all… The woman’s love, wife’s, mother’s… And breathes the sweeter and will… For winds that tear it, and the so… So in a thousand voices has the st…
VIATOR loquitur ‘Royal in purple and gold and red, Free, and unknowing sorrow, Blithely and lithely to and fro, With flowers for thy choosing stil…
FAREWELL: we two shall still m… Live side by side; But never more shall heart respond… Two stranger boats can drift adown… Two branches on one stem grow gree…
You love me, only me. Do I not kn… If I were gone your life would be… Than his who, hungering on a rocky… Shipwrecked, alone, observes the e… Of hopeless ocean widening forth b…
Alas, I thought this forest must… And would not change because of my… I thought the growing things were… And not a mock; I thought at leas… Were honest and would keep that ha…
Spring Stornelli. THE RIVULET. OH clear smooth rivulet, creeping… With backward waves that cling aro… And is thy world beyond the dim bl…
‘NEWS to the king, good news for… The corn is trodden, the river run… ‘News of the battle,’ the heralds… ‘We have won the field; we have ta… We have beaten the rebels and crus…