Her Death And After (Thomas Hardy Poem)
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Wert Thou but ill -- that I might show thee How long a Day I could endure Though thine attention ...
The Spider holds a Silver Ball In unperceived Hands -- And dancing softly to Himself His Yarn of Pearl -- ...
The Night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single Star -- That often as a Cloud it met ...
Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels -- lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown. ...
How many times these low feet staggered -- Only the soldered mouth can tell -- Try -- can you stir ...
She sweeps with many-colored Brooms -- And leaves the Shreds behind -- Oh Housewife in the Evening West -- Come ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
The twentieth year is well nigh past Since first our sky was overcast;- Ah would that this might be the ...
Was it worth keeping the Halt open, We thought as we looked at the sky Red through the spread of ...
In our dainty little kitchen, Where my aproned wife is queen Over all the tin-pan people, In a realm exceeding ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
THIS day, Time winds th' exhausted chain; To run the twelvemonth's length again: I see, the old bald-pated fellow, With ...
She said: the pitying audience melt in tears, But Fate and Jove had stopp'd the Baron's ears. In vain Thalestris ...
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought ...
King Robert the Bruce's deadly enemy, John of Lorn, Joined the English with eight hundred Highlanders one morn, All strong, ...
It's wonderful how I jog on four honed-down ivory toes my massive buttocks slipping like oiled parts with each light ...
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