#EnglishWriters
If that thou hast the gift of stre… Thy part is to uplift the trodden… Else in a giant’s grasp until the… A hopeless wrestler shall thy soul…
Melpomene among her livid people, Ere stroke of lyre, upon Thaleia… Warned by old contests that one mu… Along those lips of rose with tend… Forebodes disturbance in the sprin…
Days, when the ball of our vision Had eagles that flew unabashed to… When the grasp on the bow was deci… And arrow and hand and eye were on… When the Pleasures, like waves to…
No, no, the falling blossom is no… Of loveliness destroy’d and sorrow… The blossom sheds its loveliness d… Its mission is to prophecy the fru… Nor is the day of love for ever de…
Not solely that the Future she de… And the fair life which in the dis… For all men, beckoning out from di… Nor that the passing hour’s suppor… Have lost the keen-edged flavour,…
In our old shipwrecked days there… When in the firelight steadily agl… Joined slackly, we beheld the red… Among the clicking coals. Our lib… That eve was left to us: and hushe…
Gracefullest leaper, the dappled f… Curves over brambles with berries… Light as a bubble that flies from… Whisked by the laundry-wife out of… Wavy he comes, woolly, all at his…
Now the frog, all lean and weak, Yawning from his famished sleep, Water in the ditch doth seek, Fast as he can stretch and leap: Marshy king-cups burning near
The Snowdrop is the prophet of th… It lives and dies upon its bed of… And like a thought of spring it co… Hanging its head beside our leafle… The sun’s betrothing kiss it never…
What are we first? First, animals… Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of th… And all that draweth on the tomb f… Into which state comes Love, the…
She can be as wise as we, And wiser when she wishes; She can knit with cunning wit, And dress the homely dishes. She can flourish staff or pen,
The varied colours are a fitful he… They pass in constant service thou… The self gone out of them, therewi… Read that, who still to spell our…
With Life and Death I walked whe… And made them on each side a shado… Through wooded vales the land of d… Where down smooth rapids whirls th… To fall on daylight; and night put…
I am to follow her. There is much… In woman when thus bent on martyrd… They think that dignity of soul ma… Perchance, with dignity of body.… But I was taken by that air of co…
The senses loving Earth or well o… Ravel yet more the riddle of our l… The mind is in their trammels, and… By trimming fear-bred tales; nor d… To find in nature things which les…