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Satires of Circumstance, Lyrics and Reveries, With Miscellaneous Pieces ...
Anteprima limitata - 2009
ABBEY MASON abbot ancient anon AQUAE SULIS Beeny bright CONVERSATION AT DAWN Crown crystal water dead dear death distress door dream Dunkery frowns Dunkery Tor Exon Moor Exon Wild eyes face fair faith and fire filmy frowns on Exon gazing ghost gloom GOD'S FUNERAL grave gray GREENWOOD TREE haunt heart knew Life's lonely look looms loved Lyonnesse mad moon March marriage MAYOR OF CASTERBRIDGE mind moon mound mused never nigh night nought OBLITERATE TOMB once passed passion past phantom play rain RE-ENACTMENT rose SACRILEGE satin shoes SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE seemed shadowed shine sighed sight smile soon soul spot stand stood strange sweet things THOMAS HARDY thought Time's to-day town tree tumulus vision wait walk wandered week WESSEX whence wife Wild by Dunkery woman words Wrestler Joe
Pagina 116 - Ignorant of what there is flitting here to see, The waked birds preen and the seals flop lazily, Soon you will have, Dear, to vanish from me, For the stars close their shutters and the dawn whitens hazily. Trust me, I mind not, though Life lours, The bringing me here; nay, bring me here again! I am just the same as when Our days were a joy, and our paths through flowers.
Pagina 115 - Hereto I come to view a voiceless ghost; Whither, O whither will its whim now draw me? Up the cliff, down, till I'm lonely, lost, And the unseen waters' ejaculations awe me. Where you will next be there's no knowing, Facing round about me everywhere, With your nut-coloured hair, And gray eyes, and rose-flush coming and going.
Pagina 9 - In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planned her, stilly couches she.
Pagina 100 - Of the perspective sickens me! You were she who abode By those red-veined rocks far West, You were the swan-necked one who rode Along the beetling Beeny Crest, And, reining nigh me, Would muse and eye me, While Life unrolled us its very best. Why, then, latterly did we not speak, Did we not think of those days long dead, 30 And ere your vanishing strive to seek That time's renewal? We might have said, 'In this bright spring weather We'll visit together Those places that once we visited.
Pagina 7 - CHANNEL FIRING THAT night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought it was the Judgment-day And sat upright. While drearisome Arose the howl of wakened hounds : The mouse let fall the altar-crumb, The worms drew back into the mounds, The glebe cow drooled.
Pagina 108 - Though he speaks thereto. Yes, I companion him to places Only dreamers know. Where the shy hares print long paces, Where the night rooks go ; Into old aisles where the past is all to him, Close as his shade can do, Always lacking the power to call to him, Near as I reach thereto...
Pagina 229 - WHAT of the faith and fire within us Men who march away...
Pagina 107 - Hover and hover a few feet from him Just as I used to do, But cannot answer the words he lifts me — Only listen thereto ! When I could answer he did not say them : When I could let him know How I would like to join in his journeys Seldom he wished to go.
Pagina 219 - And how the master lost renown, And wore in death no artist's crown. — Then Horton, who in inner thought Had more perceptions than he taught, • Replied : " Nay ; art can but transmute ; Invention is not absolute ; "Things fail to spring from nought at call, And art-beginnings most of all. " He did but what all artists do, Wait upon Nature for his cue.