#EnglishWriters
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…
A cloud was on the mind of men, an… Yea, a sick cloud upon the soul wh… Science announced nonentity and ar… The world was old and ended: but y… Round us in antic order their crip…
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…
q|G. K. Chesterton’s tribute was… Lift up your heads; in life, in de… God knoweth his head was high; Quit we the coward’s broken breath… Who watched a strong man die.
The wind blew out from Bergen fro… There was a wreck of trees and fal… And drifted like a livid leaf I g… Spewed out of house and stable, be… The heavens are bowed about my hea…
Step softly, under snow or rain, To find the place where men can pr… The way is all so very plain That we may lose the way. Oh, we have learnt to peer and por…
What will there be to remember Of us in the days to be? Whose faith was a trodden ember And even our doubt not free; Parliaments built of paper,
Thoroughly worldly people never understand even the world; they rely altogether on a few cynical maxims which are not true. Once I remember walking with a prosperous publisher, who made...
You will find me drinking rum, Like a sailor in a slum, You will find me drinking beer lik… You will find me drinking gin In the lowest kind of inn
A mountainous and mystic brute No rein can curb, no arrow shoot, Upon whose doomed deformed back I sweep the planets’ scorching tra… Old is the elf, and wise, men say,
Of old with a divided heart I saw my people’s pride expand, Since a man’s soul is torn apart By mother earth and fatherland. I knew, through many a tangled tal…
There is a place where lute and ly… Where scrolls are torn and on a wi… Where tablets stand wiped naked fo… Where laurels wither and the daisi… Lo: I too join the brotherhood of…
“What of vile dust?” the preacher… Methought the whole world woke, The dead stone lived beneath my fo… And my whole body spoke. “You, that play tyrant to the dust…
When Adam went from Paradise He saw the Sword and ran; The dreadful shape, the new device… The pointed end of Paradise, And saw what Peril is and Price,