On a Fine Morning (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Whence comes Solace?--Not from seeing What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life's conditions, Nor from heeding Time's monitions; ...
Whence comes Solace?--Not from seeing What is doing, suffering, being, Not from noting Life's conditions, Nor from heeding Time's monitions; ...
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
I "O Lord, why grievest Thou? - Since Life has ceased to be Upon this globe, now cold As lunar ...
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 ...
WHEN you paced forth, to wait maternity, A dream of other offspring held my mind, Compounded of us twain as ...
I They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest Uncoffined--just as found: His landmark is a kopje-crest That breaks the veldt ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
In years defaced and lost, Two sat here, transport-tossed, Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of: ...
Offended by a Book of the Writer's NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, Never to press thy cosy cushions ...
I Dear Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? In sun, in rain? - Or is your brow Past joy, past ...
I There dwells a mighty pair - Slow, statuesque, intense - Amid the vague Immense: None can their chronicle declare, ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
UPON a poet's page I wrote Of old two letters of her name; Part seemed she of the effulgent thought ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
I As newer comers crowd the fore, We drop behind. - We who have laboured long and sore Times out ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
Had I but lived a hundred years ago I might have gone, as I have gone this year, By Warmwell ...
Is it worth while, dear, now, To call for bells, and sally forth arrayed For marriage-rites -- discussed, decried, delayed ...
(After passing Sirmione, April 1887.) Sirmio, thou dearest dear of strands That Neptune strokes in lake and sea, With what ...
Here's one in whom Nature feared--faint at such vying - Eclipse while he lived, and decease at his dying. (Thomas ...
Knight, a true sister-love This heart retains; Ask me no other love, That way lie pains! Calm must I view ...
I In Casterbridge there stood a noble pile, Wrought with pilaster, bay, and balustrade In tactful times when shrewd Eliza ...
They are not those who used to feed us When we were young--they cannot be - These shapes that now ...
Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at ...
I Last year I called this world of gain-givings The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly If my own land could ...
I Never a careworn wife but shows, If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those Patient to peruse her, ...
When the hamlet hailed a birth Judy used to cry: When she heard our christening mirth She would kneel and ...
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