#EnglishWriters #Imagery #RhymedStanza #Victorian Aubade
Stand still, true poet that you ar… I know you; let me try and draw yo… Some night you’ll fail us: when af… You rise, remember one man saw you… Knew you, and named a star!
My first thought was, he lied in e… That hoary cripple, with malicious… Askance to watch the workings of h… On mine, and mouth scarce able to… Suppression of the glee, that purs…
What, he on whom our voices unanim… Made Pope at our last Conclave?… His father earned the daily bread… So much the more his boy minds boo… Becomes first Deacon, and then Pr…
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads… On and on, whate’er befall,
Last night I saw you in my sleep: And how your charm of face was cha… I asked, “Some love, some faith y… You answered, “Faith gone, love e… Whereat I woke—a twofold bliss:
SHE: Yet womanhood you reverence… So you profess! HE: With heart and soul. SHE: Of which fact this is evide… To help Art-study,- for some dole
Let them fight it out, friend! thi… God must judge the couple: leave t… —-Whichever one’s the guiltless, t… And whichever one the guilt’s with… II.
He. AH, the bird-like fluting Through the ash-tops yonder— Bullfinch-bubblings, soft sounds s… What sweet thoughts, I wonder? Fine-pearled notes that surely
Where the quiet—coloured end of ev… Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our… Half—asleep Tinkle homeward thro’ the twilight…
Ah, did you once see Shelley plai… And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! But you were living before that,
She should never have looked at me If she meant I should not love he… There are plenty... men, you call… I suppose... she may discover All her soul to, if she pleases,
YOU saw go up and down Valladoli… A man of mark, to know next time y… His very serviceable suit of black Was courtly once and conscientious… And many might have worn it, thoug…
Among these latter busts we count… Half-emperors and quarter-emperors… Each with his bay-leaf fillet, loo… Loric and low-browed Gorgon on th… One loves a baby face, with violet…
Said Abner, ‘At last thou art com… ’Kiss my cheek, wish me well!' Th… And he, ‘Since the King, O my fr… ’Neither drunken nor eaten have we… ‘Thou return with the joyful assur…
Karshish, the picker—up of learnin… The not—incurious in God’s handiw… (This man’s—flesh he hath admirabl… Blown like a bubble, kneaded like… To coop up and keep down on earth…