Forever
Dripping mannerisms. Pitter pattering Intentions Make this up. Wake us up. Who can drown this chaos in a new reality? Who would really want to? All we know is the unknown. Would it make a difference if tears of pity touched your spirit? Could forever manifest in you as it falls from me? Or was […]
Specula by Thomas Edward Brown
Specula by Thomas Edward Brown When He appoints to meet thee, go thou forth— It matters not If south or north, Bleak waste or sunny plot. Nor think, if haply He thou seek’st be late, He does thee wrong. To stile or gate Lean thou thy head, and long! It may be that to spy […]
Salve! by Thomas Edward Brown
Salve! by Thomas Edward Brown TO live within a cave–it is most good; But, if God make a day, And some one come, and say, ‘Lo! I have gather’d faggots in the wood!’ E’en let him stay, And light a fire, and fan a temporal mood! So sit till morning! when the light is grown […]
Risus Dei by Thomas Edward Brown
Risus Dei by Thomas Edward Brown Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, Their white feet twinkling on its crisped edge; But in the outer bay The strong man drives the wedge Of polished limbs, And swims. Yet there is one will […]
Pain by Thomas Edward Brown
Pain by Thomas Edward Brown The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; ’Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the larger state, Though but in shadow of a shade, God wot! Moreover, while we wait the possible, This man has touched the fact, And probed till he has felt the […]
Jessie by Thomas Edward Brown
Jessie by Thomas Edward Brown WHEN Jessie comes with her soft breast, And yields the golden keys, Then is it as if God caress’d Twin babes upon His knees– Twin babes that, each to other press’d, Just feel the Father’s arms, wherewith they both are bless’d. But when I think if we must part, And […]
If Thou Could’st Empty All Thyself Of Self by Thomas Edward Brown
If Thou Could’st Empty All Thyself Of Self by Thomas Edward Brown If thou could’st empty all thyself of self, Like to a shell dishabited, Then might He find thee on the ocean shelf, And say, “This is not dead,” And fill thee with Himself instead. But thou are all replete with very thou And […]
Ibant Obscur? by Thomas Edward Brown
Ibant Obscur? by Thomas Edward Brown To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, And visible to me Only by that strange drift-light, dim, forlorn, Of the sun’s wreck and clashing surges born. Each after other went, And they were gathered to his […]
I bended unto me a Bough by Thomas Edward Brown
I bended unto me a Bough by Thomas Edward Brown I bended unto me a bough of May, That I might see and smell: It bore it in a sort of way, It bore it very well. But, when I let it backward sway, Then it were hard to tell With what a toss, with […]
Dora by Thomas Edward Brown
Dora by Thomas Edward Brown SHE knelt upon her brother’s grave, My little girl of six years old– He used to be so good and brave, The sweetest lamb of all our fold; He used to shout, he used to sing, Of all our tribe the little king– And so unto the turf her ear […]
Disguises by Thomas Edward Brown
Disguises by Thomas Edward Brown High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries haste. Then He that is most dear in my regard Of all the crew gives aidance meet; But from His hands, and from His feet, A glory spreads wherewith the […]
The World is with Me by Thomas Hood
The World is with Me by Thomas Hood The world is with me, and its many cares, Its woes–its wants–the anxious hopes and fears That wait on all terrestrial affairs– The shades of former and of future years– Forboding fancies and prophetic tears, Quelling a spirit that was once elate. Heavens! what a wilderness the […]
The Death Bed by Thomas Hood
The Death Bed by Thomas Hood We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. But when the morn came dim and sad And chill with early showers, Her queit eyelids closed; she had Another morn than ours. ————— […]
Silence by Thomas Hood
Silence by Thomas Hood There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave—under the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound; No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently, […]
Past and Present by Thomas Hood
Past and Present by Thomas Hood I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor bought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my breath away. I remember, I […]
On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers by Thomas Hood
On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers by Thomas Hood She was a woman peerless in her station, With household virtues wedded to her name; Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in her fame; And pure and clear-starched in her conversation; Thence in my Castle of Imagination She dwells for evermore, the dainty dame, To keep all […]
November by Thomas Hood
November by Thomas Hood No sun; no moon! No morn; no noon; No dawn; no dusk; no proper time of day. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member; No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds!; November! ————— The End And […]
No! by Thomas Hood
No! by Thomas Hood No sun–no moon! No morn–no noon! No dawn–no dusk–no proper time of day– No sky–no earthly view– No distance looking blue– No road–no street–no “t’other side this way”– No end to any Row– No indications where the Crescents go– No top to any steeple– No recognitions of familiar people– No courtesies […]
I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood
I Remember, I Remember by Thomas Hood I Remember, I Remember I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn; He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day; But now, I often wish the night Had borne my […]
Gold! by Thomas Hood
Gold! by Thomas Hood Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold Molten, graven, hammered and rolled, Heavy to get and light to hold, Hoarded, bartered, bought and sold, Stolen, borrowed, squandered, doled, Spurned by young, but hung by old To the verge of a church yard mold; Price of many a crime […]
Death by Thomas Hood
Death by Thomas Hood It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; That sometime these bright stars, that now reply In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night; That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite, And all life’s ruddy springs forget to flow; That […]
Christmas Holidays by Thomas Hood
Christmas Holidays by Thomas Hood Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding’s neat post-chaise Struggles along, drawn by a pair of bays, With Reverend Mr. Crow and six small boys, Who ever and anon declare their joys With trumping horns and juvenile huzzas, At going home to spend their […]
Allegory by Thomas Hood
Allegory by Thomas Hood I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure Because on Sundays for a little jaunt He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure; Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant. I had a chaise, and christened it Enjoyment, With yellow body and the wheels of red, Because it was […]
Without Ceremony by Thomas Hardy
It was your way, my dear, To be gone without a word When callers, friends, or kin Had left, and I hastened in To rejoin you, as I inferred. And when you’d a mind to career Off anywhere – say to town – You were all on a sudden gone Before I had thought thereon, […]
[Greek Title] by Thomas Hardy
Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee, O Willer masked and dumb! Who makest Life become, – As though by labouring all-unknowingly, Like one whom reveries numb. How much of consciousness informs Thy will Thy biddings, as if blind, Of death-inducing kind, Nought shows to us ephemeral ones who fill But moments in Thy […]
Afterwards by Thomas Hardy
When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say, ‘He was a man who used to notice such things’? If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelid’s soundless blink, The dewfall-hawk comes […]
us_two_by_a_a_milne.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Us Two by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Us Two/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh,br /> There’s always Pooh and Me.br /> Whatever I do, he wants to do,br /> “Where are you going today?” says Pooh:br /> “Well, […]
twinkletoes.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Twinkletoes by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Twinkletoes/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>When the sunbr /> Shines through the leaves of the apple-tree,br /> When the sunbr /> Makes shadows of the leaves of the apple-tree,br /> Then I passbr /> On the grassbr […]
the_christening.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>The Christening by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>The Christening/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>What shall I callbr /> My dear little dormouse?br /> His eyes are small,br /> But his tail is e-nor-mouse./p> p>I sometimes call him Terrible John,br /> ‘Cos his tail […]
politeness.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Politeness by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Politeness/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>If people ask me,br /> I always tell them:br /> “Quite well, thank you, I’m very glad to say.”br /> If people ask me,br /> I always answer,br /> “Quite well, thank […]
market_square.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Market Square by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Market Square/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>I had a penny,br /> A bright new penny,br /> I took my pennybr /> To the market square.br /> I wanted a rabbit,br /> A little brown rabbit,br /> […]
hoppity.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Hoppity by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Hoppity/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>Christopher Robin goesbr /> Hoppity, hoppity,br /> Hoppity, hoppity, hop.br /> Whenever I tell himbr /> Politely to stop it, hebr /> Says he can’t possibly stop./p> p>If he stopped hopping,br /> […]
happiness.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Happiness by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Happiness/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>John hadbr /> Great Bigbr /> Waterproofbr /> Boots on;br /> John had abr /> Great Bigbr /> Waterproofbr /> Hat;br /> John had abr /> Great Bigbr /> Waterproofbr /> Mackintosh […]
come_out_with_me.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Come Out with Me by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Come Out with Me/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>There’s sun on the river and sun on the hill . . .br /> You can hear the sea if you stand quite still!br /> There’s […]
buckingham_palace.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Buckingham Palace by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Buckingham Palace/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>They’re changing guard at Buckingham Palace -br /> Christopher Robin went down with Alice.br /> Alice is marrying one of the guard.br /> “A soldier’s life is terrible hard,”br /> […]
brownie.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Brownie by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Brownie/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>In a corner of the bedroom is a great big curtain,br /> Someone lives behind it, but I don’t know who;br /> I think it is a Brownie, but I’m not quite […]
at_the_zoo.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>At the Zoo by A. A. Milne/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>At the Zoo/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. A. Milne/h2> div id=”content”> p>There are lions and roaring tigers,br /> and enormous camels and things,br /> There are biffalo-buffalo-bisons,br /> and a great big bear with wings.br /> There’s a sort […]
polyphony_in_a_cathedral.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Polyphony In A Cathedral by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Polyphony In A Cathedral/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Music curlsbr /> In the stone shellsbr /> Of the arches, and ringsbr /> Their stone bells./p> p>Music lipsbr /> Each cold groovebr /> […]
one_almost_might.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>One Almost Might by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>One Almost Might/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>Wouldn’t you say,br /> Wouldn’t you say: one day,br /> With a little more time or a little more patience, one mightbr /> Disentangle for separate, […]
nursery_rhyme_for_a_twenty_first_birthday.html
!DOCTYPE html> html> head lang=”en-US”> title>Nursery Rhyme For A Twenty-First Birthday by A. S. J. Tessimond/title> /div> h1 class=”pageTitle”>Nursery Rhyme For A Twenty-First Birthday/h1> div class=”entry-content clearfix”> h2 class=”author”>by A. S. J. Tessimond/h2> div id=”content”> p>You cannot see the walls that divide your handbr /> From his or hers or mine when you think you […]