written by Thomas HardyHow great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee?
Thomas Hardy
written by Thomas Hardy, published on Sat 04.18.2009 at 16:16
(E. L. G.)
BENEATH a knap where flown
Nestlings play,
Within walls of weathered stone,
Far away
written by Thomas Hardy, published on Sat 03.28.2009 at 21:02
Had he and I but met
By some old ancient inn,
We should have set us down to wet
Right many a nipperkin!
written by Thomas Hardy, published on Mon 03.09.2009 at 15:25
While the far farewell music thins and fails,
And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine -
written by Thomas Hardy, published on Sat 03.07.2009 at 23:23
Southampton Docks: October 1899
Here, where Vespasian's legions struck the sands,
And Cendric with the Saxons entered in,
written by Thomas Hardy, published on Sat 02.28.2009 at 16:51
Who, then, was Cestius,
And what is he to me? -
Amid thick thoughts and memories multitudinous
One thought alone brings he.
written by Thomas Hardy, published on Fri 01.30.2009 at 13:45
I
At last!In sight of home again,
Of home again;
No more to range and roam again
As at that bygone time?
