Wessex Poems, and Other Verses: Poems of the Past and the PresentMacmillan, 1908 - 490 páginas |
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Wessex Poems and Other Verses: Poems of the Past and the Present (Classic ... Thomas Hardy Sin vista previa disponible - 2018 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Amabel ancient anon awhile Barbree bear believing band bird blazon Blücher Boney Boney he'll pounce breath bride Bridge of Lodi Casterbridge chidden child CICELY cried d'Erlon DANCE dawn day-dawn dead dear death deed dream dust earth eyes fair feel FIRE AT TRANTER Genappe ghast gleam gloom gone grief grieve Grouchy hand heard heart hour Jenny kissed knew late LEIPZIG lewth Little Boney living Lizbie Browne Lodi London town lone look Lord Love's lynchet maid maiden memory morn mused never nigh night numbers Ottignies pain passed PEASANT'S CONFESSION pray Rollicum-rorum SAN SEBASTIAN scarce scene seemed shade shape shine sigh sight smile sought soul stood sweet swords to ploughshares thee things thou thought to-day town TRANTER SWEATLEY'S tree Trumpet-Major Twas twere Unto Valencieën Wavre WESSEX WESSEX POEMS whence wife word
Pasajes populares
Página 401 - An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for...
Página 155 - Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady Susan, lie in Mellstock churchyard now! 'Gone,' I call them, gone for good, that group of local hearts and heads; Yet at mothy curfew-tide. And at midnight when the noon-heat breathes it back from walls and leads, They've a way of whispering to me - fellow-wight who yet abide In the muted, measured note Of a ripple under archways, or a lone cave's stillicide...
Página 182 - tis but yon dark And wind-swept pine to me ! " Yet I would bear my shortcomings With meet tranquillity, But for the charge that blessed things I'd liefer not have be. O, doth a bird deprived of wings Go earth-bound wilfully ! Enough.
Página 399 - THE DARKLING THRUSH I LEANT upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires.
Página 18 - God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; — They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Página 250 - Young Hodge the Drummer never knew— Fresh from his Wessex home — The meaning of the broad Karoo, The Bush, the dusty loam, And why uprose to nightly view Strange stars amid the gloam.
Página 7 - IF but some vengeful god would call to me From up the sky, and laugh: "Thou suffering thing, Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy, That thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!" Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die, Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited; Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I Had willed and meted me the tears I shed. But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain, And why unblooms the best hope ever sown? — Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain, And dicing Time for...
Página 149 - As evening shaped I found me on a moor Sight shunned to entertain: The black lean land, of featureless contour, Was like a tract in pain. 'This scene, like my own life...
Página 60 - It was just at the instant when the latter, who had thrown his mind into his song with such a will that he scarcely heeded the interruption, silenced all whispers and inquiries by bursting into his third...
Página 343 - Fain would I, dear, find some shut plot Of earth's wide wold for thee, where not One tear, one qualm, Should break the calm. But I am weak as thou and bare; No man can change the common lot to rare.