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Women he liked, did shovel-bearded… Old Farmer Hayward of the Heath,… Loved horses. He himself was like… And leather-coloured. Also he lov… For the life in them he loved most…
In the gloom of whiteness, In the great silence of snow, A child was sighing And bitterly saying: “Oh, They have killed a white bird up t…
All day and night, save winter, ev… Above the inn, the smithy and the… The aspens at the cross-roads talk… Of rain, until their last leaves f… Out of the blacksmith’s cavern com…
There was a weasel lived in the su… With all his family, Till a keeper shot him with his gu… And hung him up on a tree, Where he swings in the wind and ra…
The Combe was ever dark, ancient… Its mouth is stopped with brambles… And no one scrambles over the slid… By beech and yew and perishing jun… Down the half precipices of its si…
WHEN first I came here I had ho… Hope for I knew not what. Fast be… My heart at the sight of the tall… Or grass and yews, as if my feet Only by scaling its steps of chalk
The glory of the beauty of the mor… The cuckoo crying over the untouch… The blackbird that has found it, a… That tempts me on to something swe… White clouds ranged even and fair…
A fortnight before Christmas Gyps… Vans were drawn up on wastes, wome… ‘My gentleman,’ said one, 'you’ve… ‘And you’ve a luckier,' I thought… And impudence in rags are lucky.’…
‘Twill take some getting.’ ‘Sir,… The old man stared up at the mistl… That hung too high in the poplar’s… Of any climber, though not for kis… Then he went on against the north-…
Unless it was that day I never kn… Ambition. After a night of frost,… The March sun brightened and the… Jackdaws began to shout and float… Already, and one was racing straig…
And you, Helen, what should I giv… So many things I would give you Had I an infinite great store Offered me and I stood before To choose. I would give you youth…
f I were to own this countryside As far as a man in a day could rid… And the Tyes were mine for giving… Wingle Tye and Margaretting Tye, - and Skreens, Gooshays, and…
Yes, I remember Adlestrop— The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up… Unwontedly. It was late June. The steam hissed. Someone cleared…
After you speak And what you meant Is plain, My eyes Meet yours that mean,
The sorrow of true love is a great… And true love parting blackens a b… Yet almost they equal joys, since… Is but hope blinded by its tears,… Above the storm the heavens wait t…