Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy OM (2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928) was an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was influenced both in his novels and in Больше
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Under The Waterfall

'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this,
In a basin of water,
I never miss The sweet sharp sense of a fugitive day Fetched back from its thickening shroud of gray
Hence the only prime And real love-rhyme That I know by heart, And that ...

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The Dance At The Phoenix

TO Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett,
Yeo, or Tone
And duly he entreated her To be his tender minister, And call him aye her own
Fair Jenny's life had hardly been A life...

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The Roman Gravemounds

By Rome's dim relics there walks a man,
Eyes bent; and he carries a basket and spade;
I guess what impels him to scrape and scan;
Yea, his dreams of that Empire long decayed

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Natures Questioning

EN I look forth at dawning, pool, Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened children sitting silent in a school; Their faces dulled, constrained, and worn, As though the master's ways Through the long teaching days Their...

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The Haunter

He does not think that I haunt here nightly: How shall I let him
That whither his fancy sets him wandering I, too, alertly go
—Hover and hover a few feet from him Just as I used to do,
But cannot answer his words addressed me — Only...

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I Look Into My Glass

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OK into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, "Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin
" For then,
I, undistrest By hearts grown cold to me, Could lonely wait my endless rest With equanimity...

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The Convergence Of The Twain

I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she
II Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires, Cold currents thrid, and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres
II Over the ...

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Tolerance

'It is a foolish thing,' said I,'To bear with such, and pass it by;
Yet so I do,
I know not why
'And at each clash I would

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From Men Who March Away

In our heart of hearts
Victory crown the just,
And that braggarts
Surely bite the dust,

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When I Set Out For Lyonnesse

When I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away, The rime was on the spray, And starlight lit my lonesomeness When I set out for Lyonnesse A hundred miles away
What would bechance at Lyonnesse While I should sojourn there No prophet durst ...

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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 househol...

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She At His Funeral

EY bear him to his resting-place— In slow procession sweeping by; I follow at a stranger's space; His kindred they, his sweetheart I
Unchanged my gown of garish dye, Though sable-sad is their attire; But they stand round with griefless eye, W...

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