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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
(As sung by Mr. Charles Charring… O MY trade it is the rarest one, Simple shepherds all— My trade is a sight to see; For my customers I tie, and take…
He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the wintry way; From day-dawn until eve repairs
Some say the spot is banned; that… Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than of bale is the my… That ancient Vale-folk tell. Ere Cernel’s Abbey ceased hereabo…
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins o… I passed, and garish spectres move… To dire distress. And hammerings,
“There is not much that I can do, For I’ve no money that’s quite my… Spoke up the pitying child— A little boy with a violin At the station before the train ca…
“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…
"O passenger, pray list and catch Our sighs and piteous groans, Half stifled in this jumbled patch Of wrenched memorial stones! "We late-lamented, resting here,
We are budding, master, budding, We of your favourite tree; March drought and April flooding Arouse us merrily. The stemlets brightly studding;
Here’s one in whom Nature feared—… Eclipse while he lived, and deceas…
The two were silent in a sunless c… Whose mildewed walls, uneven pavin… And wasted carvings passed antique… And nothing broke the clock’s dull… Leaning against a wormy poppy—head…
In years defaced and lost, Two sat here, transport-tossed, Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of: Scared momently
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.
I wayed by star and planet shine Towards the dear one’s home At Kingsbere, there to make her m… When the next sun upclomb. I edged the ancient hill and wood
This is the weather the cuckoo lik… And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut… And nestlings fly; And the little brown nightingale b…