#EnglishWriters
I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs a… “Wherefore, old friends,” said I,… Now, screened from life’s unrest?” —"O not at being here;
She charged me with having said th… To another woman long years before… In the very parlour where we sat,… Sat on a night when the endless po… Of rain on the roof and the road b…
He paused on the sill of a door aj… That screened a lively liquor-bar, For the name had reached him throu… Of her he had married the week bef… 'We called her the Hack of the Pa…
By Corporal Tullidge. See “The… In Memory of S. C. (Pensioner).… WE trenched, we trumpeted and dru… And from our mortars tons of iron… Ath’art the ditch, the month we bo…
'O He’s suffering– maybe dying– a… And smooth his bed and whisper to… Only the nurse’s brief twelve word… As by stealth, to let me know. 'He was the best and brightest! -…
There dwells a mighty pair - Slow, statuesque, intense - Amid the vague Immense: None can their chronicle declare, Nor why they be, nor whence.,h…
A Whimsey AH, child, thou art but half thy… Hers couldst thou wholly be, My light in thee would outglow all… She would relive to me.
As I drive to the junction of lan… And the drizzle bedrenches the wag… I look behind at the fading byway, And see on its slope, now glisteni… Distinctly yet
Offended by a Book of the Writer’… NOW that my page upcloses, doomed… Never to press thy cosy cushions m… Or wake thy ready Yeas as heretof… Or stir thy gentle vows of faith i…
As newer comers crowd the fore, We drop behind. —We who have laboured long and sor… Times out of mind, And keen are yet, must not regret
While the far farewell music thins… And the broad bottoms rip the bear… All smalling slowly to the gray se… And each significant red smoke-sha… Keen sense of severance everywhere…
South of the Line, inland from fa… A mouldering soldier lies—your cou… Awry and doubled up are his gray b… And on the breeze his puzzled phan… Nightly to clear Canopus: “I wou…
I said to Love, “It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, t…
UPON a poet’s page I wrote Of old two letters of her name; Part seemed she of the effulgent t… Whence that high singer’s rapture… —When now I turn the leaf the sam…
THIS love puts all humanity from… I can but maledict her, pray her d… For giving love and getting love o… Feeding a heart that else mine own… How much I love I know not, life…