#EnglishWriters
Because out of corruption burns th… And to corruption lovely cheeks de… Because with her right hand she he… Her left hand wrought, loth nor to… I praise indifferent Nature, affa…
Beyond the ferry water That fast and silent flowed, She turned, she gazed a moment, Then took her onward road Between the winding willows
Drinking wide, sunny wind, Hand within hand, We look from hill to hill Of our own land. Hand within hand, we remember
In vain, in vain, in vain! Conqueror, you are conquered: thou… These bodies, heel on neck; and th… Out of them the exquisite last wre… They rise, they rise again,
Sleep, sleep on Mother’s breast, Child, my child! Close within my arms be pressed. O the world is vast and wild, Filled with hurt and war and cries…
When we are parted, the world ails… Life wants, the pulse of it falls… The wind stings, and the clouds ro… Wishes fly far as absent sails; And in the mind old mournful tales
The Genius of an hour that fading… Resigned to wide—haired Night’s i… Stole me apart, I knew not where… And from my sense ravished the wor… Rose in my view a visionary ground…
Never were towers so fair, so bold… Passionately springing, arrogant t… Nor air so blue over roofs so old, Nor on ancient walls so rare a gol… When I found my love among the fl…
Ezekiel in the Valley of Dry Bon… Heard the word of the Lord comman… ‘Prophesy to these bones, that the… There was a noise and a shaking; a… Clove together, and sinew and fles…
Wisdom and Valour, Faith, Justice,—the lofty names Of virtue’s quest and prize,— What is each but a cold wraith Until it lives in a man
Amid the thunder of the guns, The lightnings of the lance and sw… Your hope, your dread, your throbb… Your infinite passion is outpoured From hearts that are as one high h…
Time, Time, who choosest All in the end well; Who severely refusest Fames upon trumpets blown Loud for a day, and alone
Blacker the night grows ere the da… Keener the cost, and fiercer yet t… But hark! above the thunder and th… A trumpet blowing splendid through… It is the challenge of our dead un…
Love, like cordial wine, Pouring his soul in mine, Bids me to sing; Youth’s bright glory snatch, And Time’s paces match
Together we laughed and talked in… Out now, alone I come Into the street, in the fall of th… Shadowy skies, with a pale uncerta… Hover above the houses dim; but br…