These numbered cliffs and gnarls o… Outskeleton Time’s central city,… Whereof each arch, entablature, an… Lies bare in all its gaunt anatomy… And cracking frieze and rotten met…

In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity, And the Pride of Life that planne… Steel chambers, late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires,

Winter is white on turf and tree,    And birds are fled; But summer songsters pipe to me,    And petals spread, For what I dreamt of secretly

Only a man harrowing clods In a slow silent walk With an old horse that stumbles an… Half asleep as they stalk. Only thin smoke without flame

I say, “She was as good as fair,”    When standing by her mound; “Such passing sweetness,” I decla…    "No longer treads the ground." I say, "What living Love can catc…

(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…

Sunned in the South, and here to-…    —If all organic things Be sentient, Flowers, as some men…    What are your ponderings? How can you stay, nor vanish quite

Perhaps, long hence, when I have… Some other’s feature, accent, thou… Will carry you back to what I use… And bring some memory of your love… Then you may pause awhile and thin…

In Casterbridge there stood a nob… Wrought with pilaster, bay, and ba… In tactful times when shrewd Eliz…    On burgher, squire, and clown It smiled the long street down for…

YOUR troubles shrink not, though… Here, far away, than when I tarri… I even smile old smiles—with listl… Yet smiles they are, not ghastly m… A thought too strange to house wit…

I said to Love, “It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, t…

at news of her death Not a line of her writing have I Not a thread of her hair, No mark of her late time as dame i… I may picture her there;

Scene.—A wide stretch of fallow g… frozen to iron hardness. Three lar… and wistfully eyeing the surface.… dull grey. (Triolet)

‘I mean to build a hall anon, And shape two turrets there, And a broad newelled stair, And a cool well for crystal water; Yes; I will build a hall anon,

I traced the Circus whose gray st… Where Rome and dim Etruria interj… Till came a child who showed an an… That bore the image of a Constant… She lightly passed; nor did she on…