Rome: The Vatican-Sala Delle Muse. (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day, And it seemed to grow still, and the ...
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day, And it seemed to grow still, and the ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . It's true I've been accustomed now to home, And joints ...
SHOW thee as I thought thee When I early sought thee, Omen-scouting, All undoubting Love alone had wrought thee-- Wrought ...
And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brought you a daughter dear. "I watched her to-day; a more ...
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
Forty years back, when much had place That since has perished out of mind, I heard that voice and saw ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
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