#EnglishWriters #Imagery #RhymedStanza #Victorian Aubade
Abd-el-Kadr was an Arab Chief of… As I ride, as I ride, With a full heart for my guide, So its tide rocks my side, As I ride, as I ride,
If one could have that little head… Painted upon a background of pale… Such as the Tuscan’s early art pr… No shade encroaching on the matchl… Of those two lips, which should be…
New Year’s Day at Asolo in the T… Scene.- A large mean airy chamber. A girl… . Day!
ALL the breath and the bloom of t… All the wonder and wealth of the m… In the core of one pearl all the s… Breath and bloom, shade and shine,… Truth, that’s brighter than gem,
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULC… A CONCEIT OF MASTER GY… CANON-REGULAR OF SAI… YPRES CITY. CANTUQUE, _Vi…
MY LOVE, this is the bitterest,… Who art all truth and who dost lov… As thine eyes say, as thy voice br… Shouldst love so truly and couldst… A whole long life through, had but…
Nay but you, who do not love her, Is she not pure gold, my mistress? Holds earth aught—speak truth—abov… Aught like this tress, see, and th… And this last fairest tress of all…
It is a lie—their Priests, their… Their Saints, their... all they f… Are lies, and lies—there! through… And ceiling, there! and walls and… There, lies, they lie—shall still…
Had I but plenty of money, money… The house for me, no doubt, were a… Ah, such a life, such a life, as o… Something to see, by Bacchus, som… There, the whole day long, one’s l…
Mr. Alfred Domett, C.M.G., auth… Ranolf and Amohia, 'full of descr… New Zealand scenery.] What’s become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip,
At the midnight in the silence of… When you set your fancies free, Will they pass to where—by death,… Low he lies who once so loved you,… —Pity me?
AN OLD STORY. It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like… The house-roofs seemed to heave an… The church-spires flamed, such fla…
Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the bru…
Take the cloak from his face, and… Let the corpse do its worst! How he lies in his rights of a man… Death has done all death can. And, absorbed in the new life he l…
Christ God who savest man, save m… Of men Count Gismond who saved me… Count Gauthier, when he chose his… Chose time and place and company To suit it; when he struck at leng…