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Thomas Hardy

The Darkling Thrush I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And Winter’s dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. The land’s sharp features seemed to be The Century’s corpse… Continue reading Thomas Hardy

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Thomas Hardy

“O Memory, where is now my love, That rayed me as a god above?” “I saw him by an ageing shape Where beauty used to be; That his fond phantom lingers there Is only known to me.” — Thomas Hardy, from “I Have Lived With Shades,” Works of Thomas Hardy. (Delphi Classics; 8 edition, April… Continue reading Thomas Hardy

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