The Burghers (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
Who gave thee, O Beauty! The keys of this breast, Too credulous lover Of blest and unblest? Say when in ...
Oh happy shades--to me unblest! Friendly to peace, but not to me! How ill the scene that offers rest, And ...
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
DWELLER in yon dungeon dark, Hangman of creation! mark, Who in widow-weeds appears, Laden with unhonour'd years, Noosing with care ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Ghosts of all my lovely sins, Who attend too well my pillow, Gay the wanton rain begins; Hide the limp ...
MARK where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like, Its skeleton shadow on the broad-back'd wave! Here is a fitting spot to ...
Mark where the pressing wind shoots javelin-like, Its skeleton shadow on the broad-backed wave! Here is a fitting spot to ...
When through life unblest we rove, Losing all that made life dear, Should some notes we used to love, In ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Ianthe! you are call'd to cross the sea! A path forbidden me! Remember, while the Sun his blessing sheds Upon ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Through all that year-scarred agony of height, Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands His wandy circlet with his ...
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