#English #Victorians #XIXCentury #Imagery #RhymedStanza Aubade
Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is v… I can hardly misconceive you; it w… But although I take your meaning,… Here you come with your old music,… What, they lived once thus at Ven…
Take the cloak from his face, and… Let the corpse do its worst! How he lies in his rights of a man… Death has done all death can. And, absorbed in the new life he l…
Oh, to be in England Now that April’s there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the bru…
All’s over, then: does truth sound… As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows’ good-nigh… About your cottage eaves! II.
ANCIEN RGIME. Now that I, tying thy glass mask… May gaze thro’ these faint smokes… As thou pliest thy trade in this d… Which is the poison to poison her,…
Dear, had the world in its caprice Deigned to proclaim ‘I know you b… ’Have recognized your plighted tro… Am sponsor for you: live in peace!… How many precious months and years
TRUTH is within ourselves; it ta… From outward things, whate’er you… There is an inmost centre in us al… Where truth abides in fullness; an… Wall upon wall, the gross flesh he…
Now that I, tying thy glass mask… May gaze thro’ these faint smokes… As thou pliest thy trade in this d… Which is the poison to poison her,… He is with her, and they know that…
WOE, he went galloping into the w… Clara, Clara! Let us two dream: shall he ’scape… Scarcely disfigurement, rather a g… Making for manhood which nowise we…
WHAT girl but, having gathered f… Stript the beds and spoilt the bow… From the lapful light she carries Drops a careless bud?—nor tarries To regain the waif and stray:
That fawn-skin-dappled hair of her… And the blue eye Dear and dewy, And that infantine fresh air of he… II.
Gr-r-r—-there go, my heart’s abhor… Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawre… God’s blood, would not mine kill y… What? your myrtle-bush wants trimm…
My heart sank with our Claret-fla… Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this pond's black face… And still at yonder broken edges O' the hole, where up the bubbles…
YOU saw go up and down Valladoli… A man of mark, to know next time y… His very serviceable suit of black Was courtly once and conscientious… And many might have worn it, thoug…
AN OLD STORY. It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like… The house-roofs seemed to heave an… The church-spires flamed, such fla…
