The Tree: An Old Man’s Story (Thomas Hardy Poems)
I Its roots are bristling in the air Like some mad Earth-god's spiny hair; The loud south-wester's swell and yell ...
I Its roots are bristling in the air Like some mad Earth-god's spiny hair; The loud south-wester's swell and yell ...
THEY bear him to his resting-place-- In slow procession sweeping by; I follow at a stranger's space; His kindred they, ...
THERE was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he,-- Who in his arms for many a ...
To be like a fish, Brisk and quick, is my wish; If thou cam'st with thy line. Thou wouldst soon ...
THE bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like ...
THE INDIFFERENT. COME to the dance with me, come with me, fair one! Dances a feast-day like this may well ...
Suppose, my dear, that you were I And by your side your sweetheart sate; Suppose you noticed by and by ...
They told me once that Pan was dead, And so, in sooth, I thought him; For vainly where the streamlets ...
Go, Cupid, and my sweetheart tell I love her well. Yes, though she tramples on my heart And rends that ...
He was a poet who wrote clever verses, And folks said he had a fine poetical taste; But his father, ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
'Twas in the grave-yard's gruesome gloom That May and I were mated; We sneaked inside and on a tomb Our ...
So Davies wrote: ' This leaves me in the pink. ' Then scrawled his name: ' Your loving sweetheart Willie ...
THERE is a woman on Michigan Boulevard keeps a parrot and goldfish and two white mice. She used to keep ...
'Twas on a sunny morning in the month of May, I met a pretty damsel on the banks o' the ...
The shrink says, "Everything depends on how many stuffed animals you had as a boy," and my mother tells me ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
I. THE VOICE OF THE MAN IMPATIENT WITH VISIONS AND UTOPIAS We find your soft Utopias as white As new-cut ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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