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3 days ago · The Two Houses. "I have marked your rise, O smart newcomer here." Loose casements, wormy beams, and doors that jam. And water -pipes thread all my chambers through. Your face wears furrows untold." The Presences from aforetime that I hold. A new house has no sense of the have-beens.
2 days ago · I saw a dead man's finer part. Shining within each faithful heart. Of those bereft. Then said I: "This must be. His immortality." II. I looked there as the seasons wore, And still his soul continuously upbore. Its life in theirs.
3 days ago · He Never Expected Much. Much as you said you were. That life would all be fair. Till they dropped underground. You said to minds like mine. Wise warning for your credit's sake! As each year might assign. Well, World, you have kept faith with me, Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to be Much as you said you were. Since as a child ...
5 days ago · Hardy's House, Max Gate, an austere but sophisticated town house a short walk from the town centre of Dorchester, was the home of Dorset's most famous author and poet Thomas Hardy. Hardy, who designed the house in 1885, wanted to show that he was part of the wealthy middle classes of the area, to reflect his position as a successful writer, and ...
2 days ago · It did not seem to me. That my dear country with its hearts, Minds, yearnings, worse and better parts. Had ended with the sea. [of his native country;] I further and further went anon, As such I still surveyed, And further yet - yea, on and on, And all the men I looked upon.
4 days ago · Just The Same. I sat. It all was past; The world was a darkened den. Had suffered blot and died! The world was just the same. I sat. It all was past; Hope never would hail again; Fair days had ceased at a blast, The world was a darkened den. The beauty and dream were gone, And.
1 day ago · The Garden Seat. Its former green is blue and thin, And its once firm legs sink in and in; Soon it will break down unaware, Soon it will break down unaware. At night when reddest flowers are black. Those who once sat thereon come back; Quite a row of them sitting there, Quite a row of them sitting there.
