A Dream Or No (Thomas Hardy Poems)
Why go to Saint-Juliot? What's Juliot to me?I've been but made fancyBy some necromancyThat much of my life claims the ...
Why go to Saint-Juliot? What's Juliot to me?I've been but made fancyBy some necromancyThat much of my life claims the ...
Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
By Corporal Tullidge. See "The Trumpet-Major" In Memory of S. C. (Pensioner). Died 184- WE trenched, we trumpeted and drummed, ...
And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brought you a daughter dear. "I watched her to-day; a more ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament, So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan, As though with an ...
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
"No--not where I shall make my own; But dig his grave just by The woman's with the initialed stone - ...
I There dwells a mighty pair - Slow, statuesque, intense - Amid the vague Immense: None can their chronicle declare, ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at ...
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless ...
THE years have gathered grayly Since I danced upon this leaze With one who kindled gayly Love's fitful ecstasies! But ...
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss, Out of the ...
There was a time in former years-- While my roof-tree was his-- When I should have been distressed by fears ...
O sweet To-morrow! - After to-day There will away This sense of sorrow. Then let us borrow Hope, for a ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
I Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light, Which over the earth before man came was ...
I rose at night and visited The Cave of the Unborn, And crowding shapes surrounded me For tidings of the ...
Song of the Soldiers What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
I O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough - Light in their loving as soldiers can be - ...
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