#EnglishWriters
The gallows in my garden, people s… Is new and neat and adequately tal… I tie the noose on in a knowing wa… As one that knots his necktie for… But just as all the neighbours—on…
There is heard a hymn when the pan… And never before or again, When the nights are strong with a… And the dark is alive with rain. Never we know but in sleet and in…
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but… For we are the people of England,… There is many a fat farmer that dr… There is many a free French peasa… There are no folk in the whole wor…
Chattering finch and water-fly Are not merrier than I; Here among the flowers I lie Laughing everlastingly. No; I may not tell the best;
You whom the kings saluted; who re… The one great pleasure of ignoble… Fame without name and glory withou… Whom no biographer befouls with pr… Who said of you “Defeated”? In th…
I have not read a rotten page Of “Sex-Hate” or “The Social Te… And here comes “Husks” and “Herit… O Moses, give us all a rest! “Ethics of Empire”!... I protest
Sunder me from my bones, O sword… Till they stand stark and strange… That I whose heart goes up with t… May marvel as much at these. Sunder me from my blood that in th…
Passionate peace is in the sky— And in the snow in silver sealed The beasts are perfect in the fiel… And men seem men so suddenly— (But take ten swords and ten times…
When I was a boy there were two curious men running about who were called the optimist and the pessimist. I constantly used the words myself, but I cheerfully confess that I never had a...
When the first Christmas presents… Smelt sweeter than their frankince… And a wise man said, “We will not… “Nay,” said the next, “To all new… Bends the high gratitude of God;…
The wine they drink in Paradise They make in Haute Lorraine; God brought it burning from the so… To be a sign and signal rod That they that drink the blood of…
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them tangled in a tree: You saw a moon from Sussex Downs,
I cannot count the pebbles in the… Well hath He spoken: “Swear not b… Thou knowest not the hairs,” thoug… Writes that wild number in His ow… I cannot count the sands or search…
John Grubby, who was short and st… And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit upon the curate’s knee; (For so the eternal strife must ra…
Words, for alas my trade is words,… Rubbed by a hundred rhymesters, ba… Take them, you, that smile on stri… The words that never lie, or brag,… I give a hand to my lady, another…