Rom: On the Palatine (Thomas Hardy Poem)
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
Thirty-two years since, up against the sun, Seven shapes, thin atomies to lower sight, Labouringly leapt and gained thy gabled ...
I "Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said, "In one brief hour? And away with thee from a loveless ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
I "O Time, whence comes the Mother's moody look amid her labours, As of one who all unwittingly has wounded ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
I It bends far over Yell'ham Plain, And we, from Yell'ham Height, Stand and regard its fiery train, So soon ...
We walked where Victor Jove was shrined awhile, And passed to Livia's rich red mural show, Whence, thridding cave and ...
Shall we conceal the Case, or tell it - We who believe the evidence? Here and there the watch-towers knell ...
I There dwells a mighty pair - Slow, statuesque, intense - Amid the vague Immense: None can their chronicle declare, ...
I In Casterbridge there stood a noble pile, Wrought with pilaster, bay, and balustrade In tactful times when shrewd Eliza ...
Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at ...
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
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 ...
THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss, Out of the ...
At last I entered a long dark gallery, Catacomb-lined; and ranged at the side Were the bodies of men from ...
(As sung by Mr. Charles Charrington in the play of "The Three Wayfarers") O MY trade it is the rarest ...
I I would that folk forgot me quite, Forgot me quite! I would that I could shrink from sight, And ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves ...
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
I O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough - Light in their loving as soldiers can be - ...
If but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing, Know that ...
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