The Peasant’s Confession (Thomas Hardy Poems)
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
Why should this flower delay so long To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin-song, When ...
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
I If seasons all were summers, And leaves would never fall, And hopping casement-comers Were foodless not at all, And ...
December 1899 I She sits in the tawny vapour That the Thames-side lanes have uprolled, Behind whose webby fold-on-fold Like ...
They sing their dearest songs -- He, she, all of them -- yea, Treble and tenor and bass, And one ...
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