Coventry Patmore

The Foreign Land – Coventry Patmore

The Foreign Land – Coventry Patmore

A woman is a foreign land, Of which, though there he settle young, A man will ne’er quite understand The customs, politics, and tongue. The foolish hie them post-haste through, See fashions odd, and prospects fair, Learn of the language, “How d’ye do,” And go and brag they ha... »

A Farewell – Coventry Patmore

A Farewell – Coventry Patmore

With all my will, but much against my heart, We two now part. My Very Dear, Our solace is, the sad road lies so clear. It needs no art, With faint, averted feet And many a tear, In our opposèd paths to persevere. Go thou to East, I West. We will not say There ‘s any hope, it is so far away. Bu... »