The To-Be-Forgotten (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs around: "Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are ...
I I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs around: "Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are ...
A single brown oak leave perched in the purple chrysanthemums in the window box outside the back door A peasant ...
A watched pot, beginning to boil growing bubbles in the dimples the Teflon surface called to the ball, to dance, ...
I LORD of the grass and hill, Lord of the rain, White Overlord of will, Master of pain, I who ...
Lord of my heart's elation, Spirit of things unseen, Be thou my aspiration Consuming and serene! Bear up, bear out, ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
After the cloud embankments, the lamentation of wind and the starry descent into time, we came to the flashing waters ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
1 I WANDER all night in my vision, Stepping with light feet, swiftly and noiselessly stepping and stopping, Bending with ...
THEE for my recitative! Thee in the driving storm, even as now-the snow-the winter-day declining; Thee in thy panoply, thy ...
ROAMING in thought over the Universe, I saw the little that is Good steadily hastening towards immortality, And the vast ...
Here is the height of land: The watershed on either hand Goes down to Hudson Bay Or Lake Superior; The ...
Laura! a sunrise seems to break Where'er thy happy looks may glow. Joy sheds its roses o'er thy cheek, Thy ...
My voice that is for you the languid one, and gentle, Disturbs the velvet of the dark night's mantle, By ...
for every wind?'s emotionless blast brings shreds of feathers with their dance of loss rotating leaves of faded rainbow-trees and ...
White, pristine, unblemished They say it is not a color I love white mists, clouds Lingering on blue mountains. White, ...
from an officer's diary during the last war I The sour daylight cracks through my sleep-caked lids. "Stephan! Stephan!" The ...
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