The Inconsistent (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I say, "She was as good as fair," When standing by her mound; "Such passing sweetness," I declare, "No longer ...
I say, "She was as good as fair," When standing by her mound; "Such passing sweetness," I declare, "No longer ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
I Dear Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? In sun, in rain? - Or is your brow Past joy, past ...
Sunned in the South, and here to-day; --If all organic things Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say, What are ...
Minor Key I Let me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might That fashioned forth its loveliness Had ...
I towered far, and lo! I stood within The presence of the Lord Most High, Sent thither by the sons ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
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