#EnglishWriters #Victorian
I dream of a red-rose tree. And which of its roses three Is the dearest rose to me? II. Round and round, like a dance of s…
We two stood simply friend-like si… Viewing a twilight country far and… Till she at length broke silence.… Yonder, the ruin o’er this vale of… The West’s faint flare behind it…
I said—-Then, dearest, since 'tis… Since now at length my fate I kno… Since nothing all my love avails, Since all, my life seemed meant fo… Since this was written and needs m…
Round the cape of a sudden came th… And the sun looked over the mounta… And straight was a path of gold fo… And the need of a world of men for…
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…
(after he has been extemporizin… Would that the structure brave, th… Bidding my organ obey, calling its… Claiming each slave of the sound,… Armies of angels that soar, legion…
The grey sea and the long black la… And the yellow half—moon large and… And the startled little waves that… In fiery ringlets from their sleep… As I gain the cove with pushing p…
Karshish, the picker—up of learnin… The not—incurious in God’s handiw… (This man’s—flesh he hath admirabl… Blown like a bubble, kneaded like… To coop up and keep down on earth…
. This is a spray the Bird clung to… Making it blossom with pleasure, Ere the high tree-top she sprang t… Fit for her nest and her treasure.
Let us begin and carry up this cor… Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vu… Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the…
The rain set early in to—night, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm—tops down for spit… And did its worst to vex the lake: I listened with heart fit to break…
Here’s my case. Of old I used to… This same unseen friend, before I… Dream there was none like him, non… Wake to hope and trust my dream wa… Loved I not his letters full of b…
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads… On and on, whate’er befall,
LET’S contend no more, Love, Strive nor weep: All be as before, Love, —Only sleep! What so wild as words are?
How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings… And where, my soul, is thy pleasan… With the music of all thy voices,… In life’s November too!