By the Earth’s Corpse (Thomas Hardy Poems)
I "O Lord, why grievest Thou? - Since Life has ceased to be Upon this globe, now cold As lunar ...
I "O Lord, why grievest Thou? - Since Life has ceased to be Upon this globe, now cold As lunar ...
Lord when the wise men came from farr, Led to thy Cradle by a Starr, Then did the shepherds too ...
CLORIS, it is not thy disdaine Can ever cover with dispaire Or in cold ashes hide that care Which I ...
NOE more unto my thoughts appeare, Att least appeare lesse fayre, For crazy tempers justly feare The goodnesse of the ...
LORD when the wise men came from farr Ledd to thy Cradle by A Starr, Then did the shepheards too ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
I have a horse - a ryghte good horse - Ne doe Y envye those Who scoure ye playne yn ...
a girlfriend came in built me a bed scrubbed and waxed the kitchen floor scrubbed the walls vacuumed cleaned the ...
What Angel stirrs this happy Well, Some Muse from thence come shew't me, One of those naked Graces tell That ...
Farewell Example, Living Rule farewell; Whose practise shew'd goodness was possible, Who reach'd the full outstretch'd perfection Of Man, of ...
What mystery was this; that I should finde My blood in kissing you to stay behinde? 'Twas not for want ...
Happy Grave, thou dost enshrine That which makes thee a rich mine: Remember yet, 'tis but a loane; And wee ...
I hold as fayth What Rome's Church sayth Where the King's head, That flock's misled Where th' Altar's drest That ...
Looke how the russet morne exceeds the night, How sleekest Jett yields to the di'monds light, So farr the glory ...
There is a thing that nothing is, A foolish wanton, sober wise; It hath noe wings, noe eyes, noe eares, ...
Is Death so cunning now that all her blowe Aymes at the heade? Doth now her wary Bowe Make surer ...
No marvell if the Sunne's bright eye Shower downe hott flames; that qualitie Still waytes on light; but when wee ...
Loving Sister: every line Of your last letter was so fine With the best mettle, that the grayne Of Scrivener's ...
Cupid, because thou shin'st in Stella's eyes, That from her locks, thy day-nets, noe scapes free, That those lips swell, ...
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