#EnglishWriters
Lamp that risest lone From thy secret place, Like a sleeper’s face, Charged with thoughts unknown, Strange thoughts, unexpressed
Grief is like a child, Led with relentless hand By a strange nurse, whose face Seems never to have smiled, Whose onward gaze severe
Cedars, that high upon the untrodd… Of Lebanon stretch out their stub… Through all the tempests of seven… Fast in their ancient place, where… Over the Syrian plains and faint…
It was nothing but a little neglec… Laurel—screened, and hushed in a h… An old pear—tree, and flowers ming… Yet as I came to it all unawares,… Charged with mystery; and I stopp…
O travelled far beyond unhappiness Into a dreadful peace! Why tarriest thou here? The stree… With noon; the music of the tidal… Of London fills the trembling air…
Unhappy goddess! Has then envious… Denied thine eyes the radiance of… Have mortals, that still need thy… Their wrangling lives, their daily… That thou might’st judge with ster…
To the People of the United Stat… Now is the time of the splendour o… The spirit of man grows grander th… The unbearable burden is borne, th… Though harder is yet to do
Be ruthless, then; scorn slaves of… The blow, planned with such patien… So terribly; hack on, and care not… The innocent fall; live out your f… Then you speak speech that we can…
O there are wanderers over wave an… Invisible and secret, everywhere Moving thro’ light and night from… Swifter than bird or cloud upon th… Wild Longings, from divided bosom…
When old wounds bleed again In the silence of the night, And mixt with sweet delight Wells up the stream of pain, Is it less hard to endure
O love, in whose heart—murmured na… Is charm against life’s endless wr… Since all the untuned world became In you a song! I bring not only all I wrought
An Ode Luce intellettual, piena d’ amore Prelude Lo, the spirit of a pulsing star w… Born of earth, sprung from night!
Thump of a horse’s hoof behind the… Long stripes of shadow, and green… Between them; discrowned, glaucous… On their tall stalks; a rose With its great thorns blood—red in…
Just as I came Into the empty, westward—facing ro… A sudden gust blew wide The tall window; at once A shock of sudden light, vibrating…
Heroes, whose days are told, Above whose bodies brave Presses the heavy, cold, And quenching wave! Ye sleep: but your bright fame,