A Commonplace Day (Thomas Hardy Poem)
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
When the hamlet hailed a birth Judy used to cry: When she heard our christening mirth She would kneel and ...
A Whimsey AH, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's; Hers couldst thou wholly be, My light in thee ...
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...
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