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A very West-of-Wessex girl, As blithe as blithe could be, Was once well-known to me, And she would laud her native town… And hope and hope that we
THE years have gathered grayly Since I danced upon this leaze With one who kindled gayly Love’s fitful ecstasies! But despite the term as teacher,
Who were the twain that trod this… So many times together Hither and back, In spells of certain and uncertain… Commonplace in conduct they
For long the cruel wish I knew That your free heart should ache f… While mine should bear no ache for… For, long—the cruel wish!—I knew How men can feel, and craved to vi…
(After passing Sirmione, April 18… Sirmio, thou dearest dear of stran… That Neptune strokes in lake and… With what high joy from stranger l… Doth thy old friend set foot on th…
By Rome’s dim relics there walks… Eyes bent; and he carries a basket… I guess what impels him to scrape… Yea, his dreams of that Empire lo… ‘Vast was Rome,’ he must muse, ‘i…
(an Incident of Froom Valley) “THY husband—poor, poor Heart!—i… Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, Gored him, and there he lies!”
From the slow march and muffled dr… And crowds distrest, And book and bell, at length I ha… To my full rest. A ten years’ rule beneath the sun
"O Lord, why grievest Thou? - Since Life has ceased to be Upon this globe, now cold As lunar land and sea, And humankind, and fowl, and fur
While the far farewell music thins… And the broad bottoms rip the bear… All smalling slowly to the gray se… And each significant red smoke-sha… Keen sense of severance everywhere…
In the wild October night-time, w… land, And the Back-sea met the front-se… with sand, And we heard the drub of dead-man’…
Knight, a true sister-love This heart retains; Ask me no other love, That way lie pains! Calm must I view thee come,
I found her out there On a slope few see, That falls westwardly To the sharp-edged air, Where the ocean breaks
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our queer ways, Or outshrilled your morning call
A Load of brushes and baskets and… Labours along the street in the ra… With it a man, a woman, a pony wit… The man foots in front of the hors… At a slower tread than a funeral t…