#English #XIXCentury #XXCentury
TO Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or Tone. And duly he entreated her
In his early days he was quite sur… When she told him she was compromi… By meetings and lingerings at his… And thinking not of herself but hi… While she lifted orbs aggrieved an…
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…
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckonin… An arch-designer, for she planned… He was of wise contrivance, deeply… In every intervolve of high and wi…
O life with the sad seared face, I weary of seeing thee, And thy draggled cloak, and thy ho… And thy too-forced pleasantry! I know what thou would’st tell
Nobody says: Ah, that is the plac… Where chanced, in the hollow of ye… What none of the Three Towns care… The birth of a little girl of grac… The sweetest the house saw, first…
‘A woman never agreed to it!’ said… 'That one thing she’d refuse to do… No woman ever will make herself lo… I did not answer; but I thought,… It took a rare one, true, to do it…
Who were the twain that trod this… So many times together Hither and back, In spells of certain and uncertain… Commonplace in conduct they
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…
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…
Shall we conceal the Case, or tel… We who believe the evidence? Here and there the watch-towers… With a sullen significance, Heard of the few who hearken inten…
I was not he-the man Who used to pilgrim to your gate, At whose smart step you grew elate… And rosed, as maidens can, For a brief span.
Under a daisied bank There stands a rich red ruminating… And hard against her flank A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends her… The flowery river-ooze
I come across from Mellstock whil… To behold where I lived with you… I shall go in the gray, at the pas… And need no setting open of the lo… As before.
“O lonely workman, standing there In a dream, why do you stare and s… At her grave, as no other grave wh… “If your great gaunt eyes so impor… Her soul by the shine of this corp…