Wessex Poems and Other Verses

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Harper & brothers, 1899 - English poetry - 209 pages
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Page 146 - Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady Susan, lie in Mellstock churchyard now! 'Gone,' I call them, gone for good, that group of local hearts and heads; Yet at mothy curfew-tide. And at midnight when the noon-heat breathes it back from walls and leads, They've a way of whispering to me - fellow-wight who yet abide In the muted, measured note Of a ripple under archways, or a lone cave's stillicide...
Page 7 - 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...
Page 55 - It was just at the instant when the latter, who had thrown his mind into his song with such a will that he scarcely heeded the interruption, silenced all whispers and inquiries by bursting into his third...
Page 159 - Heart-halt and spirit-lame, City-opprest, Unto this wood I came As to a nest; Dreaming that sylvan peace Offered the harrowed ease — Nature a soft release From men's unrest. But, having entered in, Great growths and small Show them to men akin — Combatants all!
Page 166 - Has some Vast Imbecility, Mighty to build and blend, But impotent to tend, Framed us in jest, and left us now to hazardry...
Page 136 - My days are lonely here ; I need thy smile alway : I'll use this night my ball or blade, And join thee ere the day." A tremor stirred her tender lips, Which parted to dissuade : " That cannot be, O friend," she cried ; " Think, I am but a Shade ! "A Shade but in its mindful ones Has immortality; By living, me you keep alive, By dying you slay me.
Page 54 - ... difficulty by exclaiming that, to start the company, he would sing himself. Thrusting one thumb into the arm-hole of his waistcoat, he waved the other hand in the air, and, with an...
Page 171 - Is a strange destiny. Why thus my soul should be consigned To infelicity, Why always I must feel as blind To sights my brethren see, Why joys they've found I cannot find, Abides a mystery. Since heart of mine knows not that ease Which they know ; since it be That He who breathes All's Well to these Breathes no...
Page 46 - O' wild wet nights, when all seems sad, My wownds come back, as though new wownds I'd had ; But yet — at times I'm sort o' glad I fout at Valencieen. Well : Heaven wi' its jasper halls Is now the on'y Town I care to be in.
Page 30 - PERHAPS, long hence, when I have passed away, Some other's feature, accent, thought like mine, Will carry you back to what I used to say, And bring some memory of your love's decline. Then you may pause awhile and think,

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