An Ancient To Ancients (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Out of the mud two strangers came And caught me splitting wood in the yard, And one of them put ...
"What distillate can be discovered from herbs of a witching brew," said an aesthete, "what distillate prepared according to the ...
Chorus-This is no my ain lassie, Fair tho, the lassie be; Weel ken I my ain lassie, Kind love is ...
NOW spring has clad the grove in green, And strew'd the lea wi' flowers; The furrow'd, waving corn is seen ...
on years, on the dance of whispers. where have we gone when the merry pranksters painted the soul of a ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
O LEAVE novels, 1 ye Mauchline belles, Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel; Such witching books are baited hooks For rakish ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
O THOU unknown, Almighty Cause Of all my hope and fear! In whose dread presence, ere an hour, Perhaps I ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
EXULTING BEAUTY,phantom of an hour, Whose magic spells enchain the heart, Ah ! what avails thy fascinating pow'r, Thy thrilling ...
In a lone valley fair and far, Where many sweet beguilements are, I know a spot to lag and dream ...
Outside the afterlight's lucent rose Is smiting the hills and brimming the valleys, And shadows are stealing across the snows; ...
Through the pungent hours of the afternoon, On the autumn slopes we have lightly wandered Where the sunshine lay in ...
Here is a voice that soundeth low and far And lyricvoice of wind among the pines, Where the untroubled, glimmering ...
I was but a half-grown boy, You were a girl-child slight. Ah, how weary you were! You had led in ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
Where is David? . . . O God's people, Saul has passed, the good and great. Mourn for Saul the ...
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