#EnglishWriters
When I shall be divorced, some te… From this poor present self which… When youth has done its tedious va… Of passions that for ever ebb and… Shall I not joy youth’s heats are…
In this lone, open glade I lie, Screen’d by deep boughs on either… And at its end, to stay the eye, Those black-crown’d, red-boled pin… Birds here make song, each bird ha…
Before man parted for this earthly… While yet upon the verge of heaven… God put a heap of letters in his h… And bade him make with them what w… And man has turn’d them many times…
Foil’d by our fellow-men, depress’… We leave the brutal world to take… And, Patience! in another life, w… The world shall be thrust down, an… And will not, then, the immortal a…
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither’d leaves, and the elms, Fade into dimness apace,
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul.
Hark! ah, the nightingale— The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what… What triumph! hark!—what pain! O wanderer from a Grecian shore,
The evening comes, the fields are… The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is the half-mown plain, Silent the swaths! the ringing wai…
Strew on her roses, roses, And never a spray of yew! In quiet she reposes; Ah, would that I did too! Her mirth the world required;
A YEAR had flown, and o’er the s… In Cornwall, Tristram and queen… In 3 King Marc’s chapel, in Tynt… There in a ship they bore those lo… The young surviving Iseult, one b…
The sea is calm tonight. The tide is full, the moon lies fa… Upon the straits; on the French c… Gleams and is gone; the cliffs of… Glimmering and vast, out in the tr…
So on the floor lay Balder dead;… Lay thickly strewn swords, axes, d… Which all the Gods in sport had i… At Balder, whom no weapon pierced… But in his breast stood fixt the f…
JOY comes and goes: hope ebbs and… Like the wave. Change doth unknit the tranquil st… Love lends life a little grace, A few sad smiles: and then,
The Master stood upon the mount,… He saw a fire in his disciples’ ey… “The old law,” they cried, “is who… Behold the new world rise!” “Was it,” the Lord then said, “wi…
THEY are gone: all is still: Foo… Nothing moves on the lawn but the… Far up gleams the house, and benea… Here lean, my head, on this cool b… Ere he come: ere the boat, by the…