A Sign-Seeker (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
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 ...
(I) if you can't scientifically explain it dawkins says it has no value - some hope inside the mechanical framework ...
In her rejoinder, her insistence teaching for the master on the scope of his mission his ministry of love to ...
"And who is our neighbor?", a lawyer asked so long ago, testing the Teacher, to know the meaning of the ...
I Alphonso live and learn, Seeing nature go astern. Things deteriorate in kind, Lemons run to leaves and rind, Meagre ...
Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good fame, Plans, credit, and the muse; Nothing refuse. ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
To Despair I ever love where never hope appears, Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care, And my life's hope ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
I had a daily Bliss I half indifferent viewed Till sudden I perceived it stir -- It grew as I ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The years of my youth, my sensual life -- how clearly I see their meaning now. What needless repentances, how ...
What we, when face to face we see The Father of our souls, shall be, John tells us, doth not ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Like a lone Arab, old and blind, Some caravan had left behind, Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the ...
Ere the birth of my life, if I wished it or no No question was asked me--it could not be ...
The sickness of desire, that in dark days Looks on the imagination of despair, Forgetteth man, and stinteth God his ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
How blest the land that counts among Her sons so many good and wise, To execute great feats of tongue ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
IS it so small a thing To have enjoy'd the sun, To have lived light in the spring, To have ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories