Additions (Thomas Hardy Poem)
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away, Some other's feature, accent, thought like mine, Will carry you back to ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
"No--not where I shall make my own; But dig his grave just by The woman's with the initialed stone - ...
I I traversed a dominion Whose spokesmen spake out strong Their purpose and opinion Through pulpit, press, and song. I ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
I Dear Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? In sun, in rain? - Or is your brow Past joy, past ...
Had I but lived a hundred years ago I might have gone, as I have gone this year, By Warmwell ...
Southampton Docks: October 1899 Here, where Vespasian's legions struck the sands, And Cendric with the Saxons entered in, And Henry's ...
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through A pasture, mile by mile, Unto the place where I last saw My dead ...
"Thou shalt be--Nothing."--Omar Khayyam. "Tombless, with no remembrance."--W. Shakespeare. Dead shalt thou lie; and nought Be told of thee or ...
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 ...
(E. L. G.) BENEATH a knap where flown Nestlings play, Within walls of weathered stone, Far away From the files ...
Somewhere afield here something lies In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of ...
WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady ...
Your troubles shrink not, though I feel them less Here, far away, than when I tarried near; I even smile ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
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