#EnglishWriters
As a swallow that sits on the roof… I gaze on the world aloof; In the silence, when men lie sleep… I hear the noise of weeping: The tears, by Day derided,
Gray the slow sky darkens Over the downland track Where the long valley closes Under a smooth hill’s back. The slope is darkly sprinkled
Blue noon shines o’er the sea; Waves break starry on the sand; Lights and sounds and scents come… On the radiant air of the land. I am filled with the melody of wav…
Is it we that are wise, is it we, Who have bought with a price of gr… A wisdom seldom free From scorn or disbelief, Who find this world fulfil
Lose me, full, full moment, Like a ripple round, Widening into worlds Beyond earth’s bound. I was walking a gray road
Stern Power, whose heavy hand I f… Whose infinite, world—urging force… Nor silent pain nor strong appeal Persuades from its imperious cours… Idly I strive with thee; ’tis tho…
Shabby house—wall Of bricks once yellow, Dingied with city grime, Dusty and sallow, The high sun, glorying
Out of the pale night air, From wandering lone in the warm sc… The sighing, shadowy, bright solit… Of leafy glade, and the rough upla… To thee I come, a branch
Because thou art nearest To the mystery of the fire That is Earth’s and the soul’s And the body’s desire, Whereof we were made
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…
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
A day that is boundless as youth And gay with delight to be born, Where the waves flash and glide ov… In their pure image rippled and wo… Where laughter is young on the air
Where is all the beauty that hath… Where the bloom? Dust on boundless wind? Grass dro… Shall Earth boast at last of all… All that suffered, all that triump…
I was contented with the warm sile… Sitting by the fire, book on knee; And fancy uncentred, afloat and as… Idled from thought to thought Like a child picking flowers and d…
Look, as a mother bending o’er her… The sleeping boy that in her bosom… Gazes upon him in a trance of joy With earnest, infinitely tender ey… Lost in her deep love, and aware o…