#EnglishWriters
Home furthest off grows dearer fro… And when the army in the Indias l… Friends’ letters coming from his n… Were like old neighbours with thei… And every opportunity that came
The cataract, whirling down the pr… Elbows down rocks and, shouldering… Roars, howls, and stifled murmurs… Hell and its agonies seem hid belo… Thick rolls the mist, that smokes…
Dear brother robin this comes from… With our kind love and could Gip… Though but a dog he’d have his lov… For still he knows and by your cor… The moment he comes in he lyes him…
The spring is coming by a many sig… The trays are up, the hedges broke… That fenced the haystack, and the… Like some old antique fragment wea… And where suns peep, in every shel…
I saw her crop a rose Right early in the day, And I went to kiss the place Where she broke the rose away And I saw the patten rings
The rolls and harrows lie at rest… The battered road; and spreading f… Above the russet clods, the corn i… Sprouting its spiry points of tend… Where squats the hare, to terrors…
Daughter of pastoral smells and si… And sultry days and dewy nights July resumes her yearly place Wi her milking maiden face Ruddy and tand yet sweet to view
Here morning in the ploughman’s so… Ere yet one footstep shows in all… And twilight in the east, a doubt… Shows not her sleeve of grey to kn… Woke early, I arose and thought t…
Bonny and stout and brown, without… She frowns offended when they call… Yet fat she is, the merriest in th… And all can know she wears a prett… But still she never heeds what pra…
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all no… Like to a warrior’s destiny! I lo… To stretch me often on thy shadowe… And hear the laugh of summer leave… Or on thy buttressed roots to sit,…
The landscape sleeps in mist from… And, if the sun looks through, ‘ti… Beamless and pale and round, as if… When done the journey of her night… Had found him sleeping, and suppli…
The shepherd on his journey heard… His dog among the bushes barking h… The ploughman ran and gave a heart… He found a weary fox and beat him… The ploughman laughed and would ha…
Summer pleasures they are gone lik… And the cloudy days of autumn and… I tried to call them back but unbi… Far away from heart and eye and fo… Dear heart and can it be that such…
The heroes of the present and the… Were puny, vague, and nothingness… Thou didst a span grasp mighty to… And strain for glory when thy die… That little island, on the Atlant…
Farewell to the bushy clump close… And the flags where the butter—bum… Farewell to the weedy nook, hemmed… Farewell to the miller’s brook and… Farewell to them all while in pris…