A Death-Day Recalled (Thomas Hardy Poems)
Beeny did not quiver,Juliot grew not gray,Thin Valency's riverHeld its wonted way.Bos seemed not to utterDimmest note of dirge,Targan mouth ...
Beeny did not quiver,Juliot grew not gray,Thin Valency's riverHeld its wonted way.Bos seemed not to utterDimmest note of dirge,Targan mouth ...
THREE captains went to Indian wars, And only one returned: Their mate of yore, he singly wore The laurels all ...
It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside a lane, Wherein Hodge trudged, all ...
I "Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said, "In one brief hour? And away with thee from a loveless ...
I WILL be faithful to thee; aye, I will! And Death shall choose me with a wondering eye That he ...
When you shall see me lined by tool of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no ...
CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime, Set me sun by sun near to one unchosen; Wrought us fellowly, and ...
The sun said, watching my watering-pot "Some morn you'll pass away; These flowers and plants I parch up hot - ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead ...
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
WHEN you shall see me lined by tool of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no ...
I I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs around: "Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are ...
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently, And though thy birth-hour beckons thee, Sleep the long sleep: The Doomsters heap Travails ...
Here we broached the Christmas barrel, Pushed up the charred log-ends; Here we sang the Christmas carol, And called in ...
Song of the Soldiers What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say ...
They hail me as one living, But don't they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I ...
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