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Há 3 dias · And at whiles behind me, far at sea, a sullen thunder muttered. As I mounted high and higher. Till, the upper roadway quitting, I adventured on the open drouthy downland thinly grassed, While the spry white scuts of conies flashed before me, earthward flitting, And an arid wind went past.
Há 4 dias · Epitaph. I never cared for Life: Life cared for me, And hence I owed it some fidelity. It now says, "Cease; at length thou hast learnt to grind. Sufficient toll for an unwilling mind, And I dismiss thee not without regard. That thou didst ask no ill-advised reward,
Há 3 dias · The Robin. Am I, am I! And chink and prink. Then I feel. Feathery ball! When up aloft I fly and fly, I see in pools The shining sky, And a happy bird Am I, am I! When I descend Towards their brink I stand, and look, And.
Há 2 dias · Time forbids with scorning--. Makes me see things. Cease to be things. They were in my morning. Fad'st thou, glow-forsaken, Darkness-overtaken! Thy first sweetness, Radiance, meetness, None shall reawaken.
Há 4 dias · That heeds no call to die. : A beautifully humanist poem, which shows Hardy's view that although our conscious self may perish, we live on through procreation. Such brevity, but he makes his point through poetry, so it is all the more striking. I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times ...
Há 4 dias · The doing without me has had no play. In the minds of men when shadows scare; And now that I dwindle day by day. Beneath the deicide eyes of seers. In a light that will not let me stay, And to-morrow the whole of me disappears, The truth should be told, and the fact be faced. That had best been faced in earlier years:
Há 3 dias · Now I am dead you sing to me. The songs we used to know, But while I lived you had no wish. Or care for doing so. Now I am dead you come to me. In the moonlight, comfortless; Ah, what would I have given alive. To win such tenderness! When you are dead, and stand to me.
