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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
I WILL be faithful to thee; aye… And Death shall choose me with a… That he did not discern and domici… One his by right ever since that l… I have no care for friends, or kin…
I do not see the hills around, Nor mark the tints the copses wear… I do not note the grassy ground And constellated daisies there. I hear not the contralto note
CHANGE and chancefulness in my… Set me sun by sun near to one unch… Wrought us fellowly, and despite d… Friends interblent us. “Cherish him can I while the true…
He enters, and mute on the edge of… Sits a thin—faced lady, a stranger… A type of decayed gentility; And by some small signs he well ca… That she comes to him almost break…
Dora’s gone to Ireland Through the sleet and snow; Promptly she has gone there In a ship, although Why she’s gone to Ireland
Attentive eyes, fantastic heed, Assessing minds, he does not need, Nor urgent writs to sup or dine, Nor pledges in the roseate wine. For loud acclaim he does not care
WHEN you paced forth, to wait ma… A dream of other offspring held my… Compounded of us twain as Love de… Rare forms, that corporate now wil… Should I, too, wed as slave to Mo…
I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, a… From rail—track and from highway,… In field and farmstead many an anc… Of local lineage like “Thu bist,”… “Ich woll,” “Er sholl,” and by—ta…
I traversed a dominion Whose spokesmen spake out strong Their purpose and opinion Through pulpit, press, and song. I scarce had means to note there
"No—not where I shall make my own… But dig his grave just by The woman’s with the initialed sto… As near as he can lie - After whose death he seemed to ail…
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,
How great my grief, my joys how fe… Since first it was my fate to know… —Have the slow years not brought t… How great my grief, my joys how fe… Nor memory shaped old times anew,
“ALIVE?”—And I leapt in my wond… Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in gar… Of glory to me. “She lives, in a plenteous well-be…
In days when men had joy of war… A God of Battles sped each mortal… The peoples pledged him heart a… From Israel’s land to isles af… His crimson form, with clang an…