Song From Heine (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I scanned her picture dreaming, Till each dear line and hue Was imaged, to my seeming, As if it lived ...
I scanned her picture dreaming, Till each dear line and hue Was imaged, to my seeming, As if it lived ...
Bother Bulleys, let us sing From the dawn till evening! - For we know not that we go not When ...
Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the ...
Why should this flower delay so long To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin-song, When ...
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