#EnglishWriters
(After passing Sirmione, April 18… Sirmio, thou dearest dear of stran… That Neptune strokes in lake and… With what high joy from stranger l… Doth thy old friend set foot on th…
THREE captains went to Indian w… And only one returned: Their mate of yore, he singly wore The laurels all had earned. At home he sought the ancient aisl…
In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planne… Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires,
Minor Key Let me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might That fashioned forth its lovelines… Had other aims than my delight.
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and f… By the way of the Western Wall, s… On that winter night, and sought a… The home, by Fate, Of one I had long held dear.
‘Love, while you were away there c… From whence I cannot tell - A plaintive lady pale and passionl… Who bent her eyes upon me critical… And weighed me with a wearing wist…
I went by the Druid stone That broods in the garden white an… And I stopped and looked at the s… That at some moments fall thereon From the tree hard by with a rhyth…
‘What do you see in that time-touc… When nothing is there But ashen blankness, although you… A rigid stare? ’You look not quite as if you saw,
Looking forward to the spring One puts up with anything. On this February day, Though the winds leap down the str… Wintry scourgings seem but play,
Dora’s gone to Ireland Through the sleet and snow; Promptly she has gone there In a ship, although Why she’s gone to Ireland
For F. E. H. I sometimes think as here I sit Of things I have done, Which seemed in doing not unfit To face the sun:
'There is not much that I can do, For I’ve no money that’s quite my… Spoke up the pitying child— A little boy with a violin At the station before the train ca…
Portion of this yew Is a man my grandsire knew, Bosomed here at its foot: This branch may be his wife, A ruddy human life
'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! -…
Clouds spout upon her Their waters amain In ruthless disdain,— Her who but lately Had shivered with pain