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  2. Edmund Gosse
Lying in the Grass

Between two golden tufts of summer grass,
I see the world through hot air as through glass,
And by my face sweet lights and colors pass.

Before me, dark against the fading sky,
I watch three mowers mowing, as I lie:
With brawny arms they sweep in harmony...

Poet: Edmund Gosse
Impression

In these restrained and careful times
Our knowledge petrifies our rhymes;
Ah! for that reckless fire men had
When it was witty to be mad,

When wild conceits were piled in scores,
And lit by flaring metaphors,
When all was crazed and out of tune...

Poet: Edmund Gosse
Hans Christian Andersen

1805–1875
a Being cleaves the moonlit air,
  With eyes of dew and plumes of fire,
New-born, immortal, strong and fair;
        Glance ere he goes!
His feet are shrouded like the dead,
  But in his face a wild desire
Breaks like the dawn that...

Poet: Edmund Gosse
February in Rome

When Roman fields are red with cyclamen,
  And in the palace gardens you may find,
  Under great leaves and sheltering briony-bind,
Clusters of cream-white violets, oh then
The ruined city of immortal men
  Must smile, a little to her fate resigned,...

Poet: Edmund Gosse