#EnglishWriters
Let Fate or Insufficiency provide Mean ends for men who what they ar… Penned in their narrow day no chan… Save one which strikes the blow to… Our faith is ours and comes not on…
A wind sways the pines, And below Not a breath of wild air; Still as the mosses that glow On the flooring and over the lines
Like to some deep-chested organ wh… Serenely majestic in utterance, lo… Interprets to mortals with melody… The mystical harmonies chiming for… spheres.
From twig to twig the spider weave… At noon his webbing fine. So near to mute the zephyrs flute That only leaflets dance. The sun draws out of hazel leaves
Mark where the pressing wind shoot… Its skeleton shadow on the broad-b… Here is a fitting spot to dig Lov… Here where the ponderous breakers… And dart their hissing tongues hig…
To them that knew her, there is vi… In these the simple letters of her… To them that knew her not, be it b… So strong a spirit is not of the d…
A wicked man is bad enough on eart… But O the baleful lustre of a chi… Once pledged in tyranny! O star o… Darkly illumining a nation’s grief… How many men have worn thee on the…
To sit on History in an easy chai… Still rivalling the wild hordes by… Sure, this beseems a race of lagga… Unwarned by those plain letters sc… If more than hands’ and armsful be…
We three are on the cedar-shadowed… My friend being third. He who at… Is in the weak rib by a fatal shaf… Struck through, and tells his pass… And radiant culmination, glorious…
For a Heracles in his fighting ir… follows When ashen he lies and the poets a… done. But to vision alive under shallows…
Fleck of sky you are, Dropped through branches dark, O my little one, mine! Promise of the star, Outpour of the lark;
Day of the cloud in fleets! O day Of wedded white and blue, that sai… Immingled, with a footing ray In shadow—sandals down our vale!— And swift to ravish golden meads,
Demeter devastated our good land, In blackness for her daughter snat… Smoke-pillar or loose hillock was… Where soil had been to clasp warm… The wheat, vine, olive, ripe to S…
When comes the lighted day for men… Life’s meaning, with the work befo… Till this good gift of breath from… Earth will not hear her children’s… Deplore the chieftain fall’n in so…
A blackbird in a wicker cage, That hung and swung 'mid fruits an… Had learnt the song-charm, to assu… The drearness of its wingless hour… And ever when the song was heard,