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The Sun On The Bookcase by Thomas Hardy
Once more the cauldron of the sun
Smears the bookcase with winy red,
And here my page is, and th..
The Burghers by Thomas Hardy
THE sun had wheeled from Grey’s to Dammer’s Crest,
And still I mused on that Thing imminent:
At le..
The Contretemps by Thomas Hardy
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom,
And we clasped, and almost kissed;
But she was not the wo..
The Puzzled Game-Birds by Thomas Hardy
They are not those who used to feed us
When we were young--they cannot be -
These shapes that no..
The Phantom Horsewoman. by Thomas Hardy
Queer are the ways of a man I know:
He comes and stands
In a careworn craze,
And looks at the san..
The Souls of the Slain by Thomas Hardy
I
The thick lids of Night closed upon me
Alone at the Bill
Of the Isle by the Race {1} -
M..
The Superseded by Thomas Hardy
I
As newer comers crowd the fore,
We drop behind.
- We who have laboured long and sore
Tim..
To A Lady by Thomas Hardy
Offended by a Book of the Writer’s
NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe,
Never to press thy..
To Lizbie Browne by Thomas Hardy
I
Dear Lizbie Browne,
Where are you now?
In sun, in rain? -
Or is your brow
Past joy, pa..
The Two Men by Thomas Hardy
THERE were two youths of equal age,
Wit, station, strength, and parentage;
They studied at the sel..
The Peasant's Confession by Thomas Hardy
Good Father!… ’Twas an eve in middle June,
And war was waged anew
By great Napoleon, who for year..
The Dead Drummer by Thomas Hardy
I
They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined--just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-cr..
The Supplanter: A Tale by Thomas Hardy
I
He bends his travel-tarnished feet
To where she wastes in clay:
From day-dawn until eve he..
Thought Of Ph---a At News Of Her Death by Thomas Hardy
NOT a line of her writing have I,
Not a thread of her hair,
No mark of her late time as dame in he..
The Problem by Thomas Hardy
Shall we conceal the Case, or tell it -
We who believe the evidence?
Here and there the watch-to..
The Bridge of Lodi. by Thomas Hardy
I
When of tender mind and body
I was moved by minstrelsy,
And that strain "The Bridge of Lod..
The Sleep-Worker by Thomas Hardy
When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wake and see -
As one who, held in trance, has laboured long
By v..
The Alarm by Thomas Hardy
In Memory of one of the Writer’s Family who was a Volunteer during the War
with Napoleon
In a fe..
The Widow by Thomas Hardy
By Mellstock Lodge and Avenue
Towards her door I went,
And sunset on her window-panes
Reflecte..
The Comet at Valbury or Yell'ham by Thomas Hardy
I
It bends far over Yell’ham Plain,
And we, from Yell’ham Height,
Stand and regard its fiery..
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