The King’s Experiment (Thomas Hardy Poems)
It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside a lane, Wherein Hodge trudged, all ...
It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside a lane, Wherein Hodge trudged, all ...
I WILL be faithful to thee; aye, I will! And Death shall choose me with a wondering eye That he ...
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 ...
WHEN, soul in soul reflected, We breathed an ?thered air, When we neglected All things elsewhere, And left the friendly ...
WHEN we as strangers sought Their catering care, Veiled smiles bespoke their thought Of what we were. They warmed as ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
Had I but lived a hundred years ago I might have gone, as I have gone this year, By Warmwell ...
Here's one in whom Nature feared--faint at such vying - Eclipse while he lived, and decease at his dying. (Thomas ...
I Last year I called this world of gain-givings The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly If my own land could ...
Who, then, was Cestius, And what is he to me? - Amid thick thoughts and memories multitudinous One thought alone ...
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 I saw a dead man's finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I: "This ...
O life with the sad seared face, I weary of seeing thee, And thy draggled cloak, and thy hobbling pace, ...
THE two were silent in a sunless church, Whose mildewed walls, uneven paving-stones, And wasted carvings passed antique research; And ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
I I heard a small sad sound, And stood awhile among the tombs around: "Wherefore, old friends," said I, "are ...
WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
He often would ask us That, when he died, After playing so many To their last rest, If out of ...
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