#EnglishWriters
Where do you float from, visions t… Subdues with leaden law The dancing fires of the brain?—I… As a king from a tower I saw. There came startled gazelles, beau…
How dark, how quiet sleeps the val… In the dim farms, look, not a wind… Distantly heard among the lonely p… How soft the languid autumn breeze… Past me, and kiss my hair, and che…
O Thou who seekest me Through the day’s heartless hurry… Who followest me to my thought’s f… Nay, who art gone before— Sustain me, O sustain
Pride is the untrue mask, Shame is a cloak that clings, Tenderness oft is a trammelling ve… Because of truth that stings. O to be stript, and to use
My spirit was like the lonely air Before night, Like hovering cloud that’s melted… In the late light, When slow the vast earth—shadows r…
A hundred autumns fallen in fire To dust and mould Have faded from their perished gol… To throne thee higher, O Titan pine, that soarest straig…
My spirit to—day that sprang To meet the laughing morn Is clouded and forlorn And chafes with hidden pang. For teasing care and fret
When I am weary, thronged with th… That tease as harsh winds tease th… I still my mind at evening and put… But the image of my Love, where a… The thoughts of her fall gently as…
Grief is like a child, Led with relentless hand By a strange nurse, whose face Seems never to have smiled, Whose onward gaze severe
I am weary of doing and dating The day with the thing to be done, This painful self translating To a language not my own. Give me to fashion a thing;
Vision of peace, Joy without stai… That on my vext heart sweetly shin… Hast thou, too, known the touch of… Cares and dark hours, when in vain For thy lost quiet thou repinest?
The early night falls on the plain In cloud and desolating rain. I see no more, but feel around The ruined earth, the wounded grou… There in the dark, on either side
Lads in the loose blue, Crutched, with limping feet, With bandaged arm, that roam To—day the bustling street, You humble us with your gaze,
Sweetest of all delights are the v… Hours when breath is joy, for the… Summer awoke this morning, and ear… I rose refreshed, and gladly my ey… The entering beam of the sun that…
Spiritual colour in dimness angel—… The very Light made flesh! It is… Blood throbbed and blanched and fi… Of thought within the veins, or ec… Live in one still drop. What leaf…