Collected Poems of Thomas Hardy: With a PortraitMacmillan, 1920 - 521 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
amid ancient anon Beeny breath cried dance dark dawn day-dawn dead dear death door dream Dunkery earth eyes face fair faith and fire gaze ghost gloom gone grave gray grew grieve haunt heard heart hour knew laughed lewth Life's living Lizbie Browne lone looked luminous living Lyonnesse MAX GATE mind moon morning mother Mount Ephraim mused muted music never nigh night nought once pale Panthera passed past phantom quire rain RIVER STOUR rose round SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE scene seemed shade shape shine sigh sight silence sing smile song soon soul spot stand stood strange sweet thee things THOMAS HARDY thou thought town tree TRIOLET TRUMPET-MAJOR tune Twas Valencieën viol vision voice waiting walked Wessex wife wind woman wonder words
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Página 482 - In thoughts from the visions of the night, When deep sleep falleth on men, Fear came upon me, and trembling, Which made all my bones to shake. Then a spirit passed before my face; The hair of my flesh stood up.
Página 425 - An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us there To doubt they were kneeling then. So fair a fancy few would weave In these years! Yet, I feel, If someone said on Christmas Eve, "Come; see the oxen kneel, "In the lonely barton by yonder coomb Our childhood used to know," I should go with him in the gloom, Hoping it might be so.
Página 55 - 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 224 - LET me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might That fashioned forth its loveliness Had other aims than my delight...
Página 136 - Thus meet we five, in this still place, At this point of time, at this point in space. — My guests besmear my new-penned line, Or bang at the lamp and fall supine. "God's humblest, they !
Página 383 - twould upset you to meet the man Who had to be cold and ashen "And screwed in a box before they could dress you 'In the last new note in mourning,' As they defined it. So, not to distress you, I left you to your adorning.
Página 112 - I would not freeze thee, shorn one," cried The North, " knew I but how To warm my breath, to slack my stride ; But I am ruled as thou.
Página 394 - I AM the family face ; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. The years-heired feature that can In curve and voice and eye Despise the human span Of durance — that is I ; The eternal thing in man. That heeds no call to die.
Página 115 - Thou shouldst have learnt that Not to Mend For Me could mean but Not to Know : Hence, Messengers ! and straightway put an end To what men undergo." . . Homing at dawn, I thought to see One of the Messengers standing by. — Oh, childish thought ! . . . Yet often it comes to me When trouble hovers nigh.
Página 493 - Hence the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say Night is growing gray, To hazards whence no tears can win us; Hence the faith and fire within us Men who march away.