#Decadents #English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
The night wind over the great down… Streams along the sky. In the solitude of the hill—side There is only you and I. The night wind leaps and rushes
Sweetest of all delights are the v… Hours when breath is joy, for the… Summer awoke this morning, and ear… I rose refreshed, and gladly my ey… The entering beam of the sun that…
What wonder of what hope do you en… Whose eyes are all filled with fut… What shape of more than beauty wou… With desire’s strength out of the… Your bosom is the haunt of holy fe…
Low is laid Arthur’s head, Unknown earth above him mounded; By him sleep his splendid knights, With whose names the world resound… Ruined glories! flown delights,
O travelled far beyond unhappiness Into a dreadful peace! Why tarriest thou here? The stree… With noon; the music of the tidal… Of London fills the trembling air…
Well is it, shrouded Sun, thou sp… To illumine this sad street! A li… Would but discover more this bald… Of roofs dejected, window patched… From sordid walls: for the shy bre…
As I walked through London, The fresh wound burning in my brea… As I walked through London, Longing to have forgotten, to hard… A sudden consolation, a softening…
Wisdom and Valour, Faith, Justice,—the lofty names Of virtue’s quest and prize,— What is each but a cold wraith Until it lives in a man
The Golden Gallery lifts its aery… O’er dome and pinnacle: there I l… Is this indeed my own familiar tow… This busy dream? Beneath me sprea… In distance large it lay, nor noth…
Out of these throes that search an… What is it so deep arises in us Above the shaken thoughts of fear,… Whatever thread the Fates may spi… Above the horror that would drown
As a swallow that sits on the roof… I gaze on the world aloof; In the silence, when men lie sleep… I hear the noise of weeping: The tears, by Day derided,
Soars still thy spirit, Child of… Dost hear the camps of Europe hum… On eagle wings dost hover nigher At the far rolling of the drum? To see the harvest thou hast sown
Often we talk of the house that we… For airier and less jostled days t… We chafe in, and send Fancy roami… Down western valleys with a choosi… To hover upon this nook or on that…
On Kennack Sands the sun Shines, and the fresh wind blows, Moulding pale banks anew, Where the sea—holly grows. Waters softly blue
Touched with beauty, I stand stil… In the autumn twilight. Yellow le… The grass enriching, gleam, or wav… From lime and elm: far—glimmering… The quiet lamps in order twinkle;…