Selected Poems of Thomas HardyMacmillan, 1916 - Broj stranica: 214 |
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Uobičajeni izrazi i fraze
abide Amabel amid ancient Beeny bough breath CASEMENT child CHORUS Clink danced DEAD MAN WALKING DEAD QUIRE Dear Lizbie Browne DEATH door dream DYNASTS Edited eyes F. T. PALGRAVE face fair faith and fire FRANCIS TURNER PALGRAVE friends gaze ghost gleam Golden Treasury gone gray grieve HAND OF ETHELBERTA haunt hearts knew leaze Life's LIVED WITH SHADES lonely look looms LORD TENNYSON Love's Lyonnesse Lyrical March MATTHEW ARNOLD Mellstock moon mound mused never nigh night nought once pale passed past phantom Poems PYRAMID OF CESTIUS rain Roman Road seemed Selected and arranged SEMICHORUS shaped shine sigh sing SINGER ASLEEP smile SONG soul spot stood sweet thee things THOMAS HARDY thou thought Time's Trafalgar tree tune twain UNKNOWING verse vision wait walked WESSEX HEIGHTS WILLIAM ALLINGHAM wind woman words Yell'ham
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Stranica 37 - 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 household fires.
Stranica 20 - LET me enjoy the earth no less Because the all-enacting Might That fashioned forth its loveliness Had other aims than my delight.
Stranica 114 - Jewels in joy designed To ravish the sensuous mind Lie lightless, all their sparkles bleared and black and blind. v Dim moon-eyed fishes near Gaze at the gilded gear And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?
Stranica 38 - So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around, That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed hope, whereof he knew And I was unaware.
Stranica 124 - Now they are all on their knees," An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where 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 some one 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.
Stranica 54 - 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.
Stranica 91 - I NEED not go Through sleet and snow To where I know She waits for me ; She will tarry me there Till I find it fair, And have time to spare From company. When I've overgot The world somewhat, When things cost not Such stress and strain, Is soon enough By cypress sough To tell my Love I am come again. And if some day, When none cries nay, I still delay To seek her side, (Though ample measure Of fitting leisure Await my pleasure) She will not chide.
Stranica 62 - 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.
Stranica 60 - But nought of that maid from Saint-Juliot I see ; Can she ever have been here, And shed her life's sheen here, The woman I thought a long housemate with me ? Does there even a place like Saint-Juliot exist ? Or a Vallency Valley With stream and leafed alley, Or Beeny, or Bos with its flounce flinging mist ? February 1913.