#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
A wondrous rumour fills and stirs The wide Carmanian Vale; On leafy hills the sunburnt vintag… Stand listening; silent is the ech… Upon the threshing—floors:
My spirit to—day that sprang To meet the laughing morn Is clouded and forlorn And chafes with hidden pang. For teasing care and fret
Beyond the ferry water That fast and silent flowed, She turned, she gazed a moment, Then took her onward road Between the winding willows
I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, a… From rail-track and from highway,… In field and farmstead many an anc… Of local lineage like ‘Thu bist,’… ‘Ich woll,’ ‘Er sholl,’ and by-ta…
Seven years have flown like seven… Like seven days of shining weather… Since we, forsaking single ways, Trod earth and faced the skies tog… The old is new, the new is old,
I cannot raise my eyelids up from… But I am visited with thoughts of… Slumber has no refreshment half so… As the sweet morn, that wakes my h… I cannot put away life’s trivial c…
A leaf on the gray sand—path Fallen, and fair with rime! A yellow leaf, a scarlet leaf, And a green leaf ere its time. Days rolled in blood, days torn,
Come, let us forth, and wander the… The shy, blue dusk of summer tremb… On either side uprising glimmer ho… But me the turbulent babble and vo… For me the wheels make music, the…
Yet when the challenge rang, ‘ The War-Lord comes ; give room!… Fearless to arms you sprang Against the odds of doom. Like your own Damian
It was nothing but a little neglec… Laurel—screened, and hushed in a h… An old pear—tree, and flowers ming… Yet as I came to it all unawares,… Charged with mystery; and I stopp…
Tristram lies sick to death; Dulled is his kingly eye, Listless his famed right arm: eart… Hath force alone to sigh The one name that re—kindles life’…
Heroes, whose days are told, Above whose bodies brave Presses the heavy, cold, And quenching wave! Ye sleep: but your bright fame,
Shattered tower and desolated keep Darken; far below the river shines Under cliffs that round the twilig… Rock—rough headlands on the sky’s… Couch asleep.
Now in thy splendour go before us. Spirit of England, ardent-eyed, Enkindle this dear earth that bore… In the hour of peril purified. The cares we hugged drop out of vi…
Through Ebblesborne and Broad—Ch… The narrow river runs, Dimples with dark November rains, Flashes in April suns. But give me days of rosy June