19th-Century English Poetry

DPF / Tennyson

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For those who serve and protect, with sorrow for the need, from The Poetical Works of Alfred Tennyson.

from Charge of the Light Brigade / by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley’d and thunder’d

DPF / Thomas

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For rain and more rain, and I think they’ve declared us officially out of the drought for the moment, from poetryfoundation.org.

 

from Rain / by Edward Thomas

Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain

DPF / Rossetti

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For the day’s way of clearing the clouds and blue-ing the sky, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Who Has Seen the Wind? / by Christina Rossetti

Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.

DPF / Hopkins

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For the day, which is all blue and green today before the storm tomorrow, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Spring / by Gerard Manley Hopkins

Nothing is so beautiful as Spring –
   When weeds, in wheels, shoot long and lovely and lush

DPF / Rossetti

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For the season, from http://www.christmas-time.com/bunchofholly.htm.

from A Bunch of Holly / by Christina Rossetti

But give me holly, bold and jolly,
Honest, prickly, shining holly;
Pluck me holly leaf and berry
For the day when I make merry.

 

DPF / Brontë

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For the season, from poetryfoundation.org.

from Fall, leaves, fall / by Emily Brontë

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.

DPF / Tennyson

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For a Tennyson kind of day, from Tennyson’s Poems, 1863.

from Sea Dreams. An Idyl. / by Alfred Lord Tennyson

Birdie, rest a little longer,
Till the little wings are stronger.

DPF / Brontë

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PIA: from August 24, 2015.

For houses empty and full and also for those empty though full, from Poem A Day, Volume 2, edited by Laurie Sheck.

from All Hushed and Still within the House / by Emily Brontë (1818-1848)

Through rain and through the wailing wind,
Never again.
Never again?

DPF / Neale

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For the season, from the 19th century, and from poetryfoundation.org.

from Good King Wenceslas / by John Mason Neale (1818–1866)

Good King Wenceslas look’d out,
    On the Feast of Stephen;
When the snow lay round about,
    Deep, and crisp, and even:
Brightly shone the moon that night,
    Though the frost was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight,
    Gath’ring winter fuel.