The King’s Experiment (Thomas Hardy Poems)
It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside a lane, Wherein Hodge trudged, all ...
It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside a lane, Wherein Hodge trudged, all ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
They sing their dearest songs -- He, she, all of them -- yea, Treble and tenor and bass, And one ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
"OH, would we were further! Oh, would we were home, The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come, The band ...
A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about to commence its festive procession. [Written for the birthday of ...
Up in th' mountain I was a-sitting, With the bird there As my guest, Blithely singing, Blithely springing, And building ...
UPON the mead a violet stood, Retiring, and of modest mood, In truth, a violet fair. Then came a youthful ...
O hapless day! O wretched day! I hoped you'd pass me by-- Alas, the years have sneaked away And all ...
It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability, profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten to your ...
They say you can jinx a poem if you talk about it before it is done. If you let it ...
'O cast away your sorrow; -- A while, at least, be gay! If grief must come tomorrow, At least, be ...
On a sunny brae, alone I lay One summer afternoon; It was the marriage-time of May With her young lover, ...
O flower at my window Why blossom you so fair, With your green and purple cup Upturned to sun and ...
Propped on a stick he viewed the August weald; Squat orchard trees and oasts with painted cowls; A homely, tangled ...
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head, And drink your rushing words with eager lips, And paint ...
It chanced out back at the Christmas time, When the wheat was ripe and tall, A stranger rode to the ...
Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your ...
'Twas in the year of 1746, on a fine summer afternoon, When trees and flowers were in full bloom, That ...
When the sun sets over the long blue wave I spring from my couch of rest, And I hurtle and ...
Ho, come out with the wind of spring, And step it blithely in woodlands waking; Friend am I of each ...
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