Collected Poems of Thomas Hardy |
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Common terms and phrases
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Popular passages
Page 287 - Jewels in joy designed To ravish the sensuous mind Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind. Dim moon-eyed fishes near Gaze at the gilded gear And query: 'What does this vaingloriousness down here?
Page 524 - Who holds that if way to the Better there be, it exacts a full look at the Worst...
Page 292 - When I set out for Lyonnesse A hundred miles away. What would bechance at Lyonnesse While I should sojourn there No prophet durst declare, Nor did the wisest wizard guess What would bechance at Lyonnesse While I should sojourn there. When...
Page 5 - 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 gladness...
Page 528 - In short, whatever specific import we attach to the word Poetry there will be found involved in it, as a necessary consequence, that a poem of any length neither can be, nor ought to be, all poetry.
Page 144 - We never do work when we're ruined,' said she. — 'You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream, And you'd sigh, and you'd sock; but at present you seem To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!' — 'True. One's pretty lively when ruined,' said she. 20 — 'I wish I had feathers, a fine sweeping gown, And a delicate face, and could strut about Town!' — 'My dear — a raw country girl, such as you be, Cannot quite expect that. You ain't ruined,
Page 524 - It is supposed, that by the act of writing in verse an Author makes a formal engagement that he will gratify certain known habits of association; that he not only thus apprises the Reader that certain classes of ideas and expressions will be found in his book, but that others will be carefully excluded.
Page 656 - AN ANCIENT TO ANCIENTS WHERE once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep ; worms have fed upon The doors. Yea, sprightlier times were then Than now, with harps and tabrets gone, Gentlemen ! Where once we rowed, where once we sailed Gentlemen, And damsels took the tiller, veiled Against too strong a stare (God wot Their fancy, then or anywhen !) Upon that shore we are clean forgot, Gentlemen ! We have lost somewhat, afar and near, Gentlemen,...
Page 437 - 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.
Page 531 - ... the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly: And the little brown nightingale bills his best, And they sit outside at "The Travellers' Rest," And maids come forth sprig-muslin drest, And citizens dream of the south and west, And so do I.