 THE DARKLING THRUSH I LEANT upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, 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...  The Book of Living Poets - Էջ 136խմբագրել է - 1907 - 375 էջԱմբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Thomas Hardy - 1902 - 280 էջ
...work its mind ; Yet it is but one mask of many worn By the Great Face behind. THE DARKLING THRUSH 1 LEANT upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray,...Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of clay. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings from broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted... | |
 | Thomas Hardy - 1903 - 316 էջ
...were born With sense to work its mind ; Yet it is but one mask of many worn By the Great Face behind. THE DARKLING THRUSH I LEANT upon a coppice gate When...made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-steins scored the sky Like strings from broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought... | |
 | Naomi Gwladys Royde-Smith - 1908 - 312 էջ
...me, And waters of eternity. THOMAS HARDY Wessex Poems. Poems of the Past and Present, 1901 (Harper). 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 tree-stems scored... | |
 | Arthur Quiller-Couch - 1913 - 1048 էջ
...lies dead : Half is the Song that reaches the ear, Half is the hearing. THOMAS HARDY b. 1840 4f.3. The Darkling Thrush I LEANT upon a coppice gate When...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... | |
 | Thomas Hardy - 1916 - 252 էջ
...not again Till Earth outwears Shall love like theirs Suffuse this glen ! " •X THE DARKLING THRUSH V I LEANT upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray,...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... | |
 | Stuart Petre Brodie Mais - 1917 - 344 էջ
...course, her harsher ones. I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-grey, And winter's days 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... | |
 | William Henry Davies - 1922 - 200 էջ
...In ways of love. His hand is under Her smooth round breast ; So he who has sorrow Shall have rest. The Darkling Thrush I LEANT upon a coppice gate When...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... | |
 | Thomas Hardy - 1923 - 714 էջ
...were born With sense to work its mind ; Yet it is but one mask of many worn By the Great Face behind. THE DARKLING THRUSH I LEANT upon a coppice gate When...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... | |
 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - 1923 - 864 էջ
...pains Are still the same; and Death and glad Life neighbor nigh. THE DARKLING THRUSH (December, 1soo) I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening end of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings from broken lyres; And all mankind that... | |
 | Laurence Binyon - 1924 - 392 էջ
...all come up to me, With " Here is the fiddler of Dooney ! " And dance like a wave of the sea. CXXXVII THE DARKLING THRUSH I LEANT upon a coppice gate When...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... | |
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