#EnglishWriters
I hold that when a person dies His soul returns again to earth; Arrayed in some new flesh-disguise Another mother gives him birth. With sturdier limbs and brighter b…
The meet was at “The Cock and Py… By Charles and Martha Enderby,” The grey, three-hundred-year-old i… Long since the haunt of Benjamin The highwayman, who rode the bay.
Long long ago, when all the glitte… Was heaven itself, when drunkards… Were like mazed kings shaking at g… To acts of war that sickle men lik… When the white clover opened Para…
Here, where we stood together, we… Before the war had swept us to the… Three thousand miles away, I stan… And hear the bells, and breathe, a… We trod the same path, to the self…
The Loch Achray was a clipper tal… With seven-and-twenty hands in all… Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A skipper to sail and mates to baw… “Tally on to the tackle-fall,
NOT of the princes and prelates w… Riding triumphantly laurelled to l… Rather the scorned—the rejected—th… The men of the tattered battalion… Dazed with the dust of the battle,…
I’m going to be a pirate with a br… And an island in the Spanish Main… And a silver flagon full of red wi… Like a fine old salt-sea scavenger… With a sandy creek to careen in, a…
I have seen dawn and sunset on moo… Coming in solemn beauty like slow… I have seen the lady April bringi… Bringing the springing grass and t… I have heard the song of the bloss…
“Goneys an’ gullies an’ all o’ the… They ain’t no birds, not really”,… “Not mollies, nor gullies, nor gon… “But simply the spirits of mariner… “Them birds goin’ fishin’ is nothi…
Friends and loves we have none, no… But the hope of the City of God a… Not for us are content, and quiet,… For we go seeking a city that we s… There is no solace on earth for us…
Once in a hundred years the Lemmi… Westward, in search of food, over… Westward until the salt sea drowns… Westward, till all are drowned, th… Once, it is thought, there was a w…
Troy town is covered up with weeds… The rabbits and the pismires brood On broken gold, and shards, and be… Where Priam’s ancient palace stoo… The floors of many a gallant house
Quinquireme of Nineveh from dista… Rowing home to haven in sunny Pal… With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet w…
I never see the red rose crown the… Nor feel the young grass underneat… Without the thought “This living… Is earth’s remembrance of a beauty… Surely where all this glory is dis…
Is there a great green commonwealt… Which ranks the yearly pageant, an… How Summer’s royal progress shall… By secret stir which in each plant… Does rocking daffodil consent that…