#EnglishWriters
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…
Peace is perfect over All the hills. Scarce wilt thou discover A breath, so still’s Every tree.
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
Well is it, shrouded Sun, thou sp… To illumine this sad street! A li… Would but discover more this bald… Of roofs dejected, window patched… From sordid walls: for the shy bre…
Goethe, who saw and who foretold A world revealed New—springing from its ashes old On Valmy field, When Prussia’s sullen hosts retir…
But from that blood, those ashes t… Not hoped-for terror cowering as i… But divine anger flaming upon thos… Defamers of the very name of man, Abortions of their blind hyena-cre…
Within the eyes of Dream—Come—Tr… Shine the old dreams of my youth. Ere they faded, ere they grew Distant, they were born anew In her truth.
The Toy—seller his idle wares Carefully ranges, side by side; With coveting soft earnest airs The children linger, open—eyed. His haunted soul from far away
Now in thy splendour go before us. Spirit of England, ardent-eyed, Enkindle this dear earth that bore… In the hour of peril purified. The cares we hugged drop out of vi…
Down in a shaded garden I laid upon earth my head: The deep trees murmured, darkly fr… Over my bed; I looked through living leaves to…
The Coming Of The Amazons Dark in the noonday, dark as solem… A circle of dark towers above the… Troy sat bereaved; her desolation… To have drawn slowly down in sultr…
As over English earth I gaze, Bare down, deep lane, and coppice—… Green hill, and distance lost in b… Horizon of this homely ground, A light that glows as from within
Time has stored all, but keeps his… In secret, beyond all our probe or… There flows the human story, vast… And here a muddy trickle smears th… The things our hearts remember mak…
Breezes strongly rushing, when the… Prophesying Summer to the shaken… Blowing brows of forest, where sof… Crowned with heavenly glimpses of… Buds and breaking blossoms, that s…
Mother, because thine eyes are sea… And thy cheeks pale, and thy lips… In silence plunged, so fathomlessl… Thou liest, and relaxest all thy w… Is it indeed thy spirit that is fl…