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Há 6 dias · And I heard them say "Home!" and I knew them. For souls of the felled. On the earth 's nether bord. Under Capricorn, whither they'd warred, And I neared in my awe, and gave heedfulness to them. With breathings inheld. VI. Then, it seemed, there approached from the northward.
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4 de abr. de 2023 · Hardy's House, Max Gate, an austere but sophisticated town house a short walk from the town centre of Dorchester, was the home of Dorset's most famous author and poet Thomas Hardy. Hardy, who designed the house in 1885, wanted to show that he was part of the wealthy middle classes of the area, to reflect his position as a successful writer, and to enable him to enter polite society.
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Há 3 dias · Before Life And After. A time there was - as one may guess. And as, indeed, earth 's testimonies tell -. Before the birth of consciousness, When all went well. None suffered sickness, love, or loss, None knew regret, starved hope, or heart -burnings; None cared whatever crash or cross.
Há 3 dias · Just The Same. I sat. It all was past; The world was a darkened den. Had suffered blot and died! The world was just the same. I sat. It all was past; Hope never would hail again; Fair days had ceased at a blast, The world was a darkened den. The beauty and dream were gone, And.
Há 5 dias · The Caged Goldfinch. That jailed a goldfinch. All was silence save. Its hops from stage to stage. No one knew anything. Within a churchyard, on a recent grave, I saw a little cage That jailed a goldfinch. All was silence save Its hops from stage to stage. There was inquir.
