(Wordsworth)
#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #XXCentury
ONE moment past our bodies cast No shadow on the plain; Now clear and black they stride ou… And we run home again. In morning—hush, each rock and bus…
For a season there must be pain— For a little, little space I shall lose the sight of her face… Take back the old life again While She is at rest in her place…
DAWN OFF the Foreland– the you… Jumbled and short and steep— Black in the hollows and bright wh… Awkward water to sweep. “Mines reported in the fairway,
BEYOND the path of the outmost… Further than ever comet flared or… Live such as sailed and fought and… They are purged of pride because t… They sit at wine with the Maidens…
We pulled for you when the wind was against us and the sails were low. We ate bread and onions when you took towns, or ran aboard quickly when you were beaten back by the foe. The ...
If Thought can reach to Heaven, On Heaven let it dwell, For fear the Thought be given Like power to reach to Hell. For fear the desolation
HELP for a patriot distressed, a… Help for an honourable clan sore t… From Queenstown Bay to Donegal,… The honourable gentlemen have suff… Their noble names were mentioned—…
IT IS always a temptation to an… To call upon a neighbour and to sa… “We invaded you last night– we are… Unless you pay us cash to go away.… And that is called asking for Dan…
I’VE A HEAD like a concertina:… I’ve a mouth like an old potato, a… But I’ve had my fun o’ the Corp’r… And I’m here in the Clink for a t… With a second—hand overcoat under…
BROKE to every known mischance,… By the light sane joy of life, the… Furious in luxury, merciless in to… Terrible with strength that draws… Strictest judge of her own worth,…
WE’RE not so old in the Army Li… But we’re not so young at our trad… For we had the honour at Fontenoy Of meeting the Guards’ Brigade. 'Twas Lally, Dillon, Bulkeley, C…
CITIES and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time’s eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth
AS I PASS through my incarnatio… I make my proper prostrations to t… Peering through reverent fingers… And the Gods of the Copybook Hea… We were living in trees when they…
THIS is the end whereto men toil… Before thy coachman guessed his fa… How thou shouldst leave thy ’scutc… On that new wheel which is the oil… To see the England Shakespeare sa…
NOT with an outcry to Allah nor… He answered his name at the muster… When the twin anklets were nipped… He brotherly greeted the armourers… Ere the sad dust of the marshalled…