The Bedridden Peasant to an Unknown God (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Much wonder I--here long low-laid - That this dead wall should be Betwixt the Maker and the made, Between Thyself ...
Much wonder I--here long low-laid - That this dead wall should be Betwixt the Maker and the made, Between Thyself ...
It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside a lane, Wherein Hodge trudged, all ...
Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
To M. H. WE passed where flag and flower Signalled a jocund throng; We said: "Go to, the hour Is ...
(an Incident of Froom Valley) "THY husband--poor, poor Heart!--is dead-- Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, ...
Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the Lyceum Theatre, July 23, 1890, at a performance on behalf of Lady Jeune's ...
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
When the hamlet hailed a birth Judy used to cry: When she heard our christening mirth She would kneel and ...
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless ...
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness, I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain To ...
I At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at ...
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead ...
I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar From rail-track and from highway, and I heard In field and farmstead many ...
I towered far, and lo! I stood within The presence of the Lord Most High, Sent thither by the sons ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought ...
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