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The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have

set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him as he at me, And killed him in his place. I shot him dead because-Because he was my foe, Just so: my foe of course he was; That's clear enough; although He thought he'd 'list, perhaps, Off-hand like--just as I-Was out of work--had sold his traps-No other reason why. Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You'd treat, if met where any bar is, Or help to half a crown.

such as you be." said she. a fine sweeping gown. And you'd sigh. --"You used to call home-life a hag-ridden dream. --"You left us in tatters.' and 'theäs oon. without shoes or socks.' and 't'other'. my dear. --"Your hands were like paws then. And now you've gay bracelets and bright feathers three!"-"Yes: that's how we dress when we're ruined. And a delicate face. but at present you seem To know not of megrims or melancho-ly!"-"True. this does everything crown! Who could have supposed I should meet you in Town? And whence such fair garments. and spudding up docks. And your little gloves fit as on any la-dy!"-"We never do work when we're ruined." said she. and could strut about Town!"-"My dear--a raw country girl. One's pretty lively when ruined. ." said she." said she. your face blue and bleak But now I'm bewitched by your delicate cheek." said she. and you'd sock. --"At home in the barton you said 'thee' and 'thou. "--I wish I had feathers. such prosperi-ty?"-"O didn't you know I'd been ruined?" said she. Tired of digging potatoes. Cannot quite expect that. You ain't ruined.' And 'thik oon. but now Your talking quite fits 'ee for high compa-ny!"-"Some polish is gained with one's ruin.The Ruined Maid by Thomas Hardy "O 'Melia.

III Over the mirrors meant To glass the opulent The sea-worm crawls--grotesque. VIII . stilly couches she. II Steel chambers. The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything VII Prepared a sinister mate For her--so gaily great-A Shape of Ice. all their sparkles bleared and black and blind. for the time fat and dissociate. dumb. slimed. IV Jewels in joy designed To ravish the sensuous mind Lie lightless. V Dim moon-eyed fishes near Gaze at the gilded gear And query: "What does this vaingloriousness down here?". late the pyres Of her salamandrine fires. and turn to rhythmic tidal lyres. And the Pride of Life that planned her. . VI Well: while was fashioning This creature of cleaving wing. Cold currents thrid. indifferent. .The Convergence Of The Twain by Thomas Hardy (Lines on the loss of the "Titanic") I In a solitude of the sea Deep from human vanity.

frail. In blast-beruffled plume. . His crypt the cloudy canopy. Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. An aged thrush. And consummation comes. At once a voice arose among The bleak twigs overhead In a full-hearted evensong Of joy illimited. And all mankind that haunted nigh Had sought their household fires. X Or sign that they were bent By paths coincident On being anon twin halves of one August event. IX Alien they seemed to be: No mortal eye could see The intimate welding of their later history. gaunt. And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray. And every spirit upon earth Seemed fevourless as I. The land's sharp features seemed to be The Century's corpse outleant. and jars two hemispheres. XI Till the Spinner of the Years Said "Now!" And each one hears. grace.And as the smart ship grew In stature. and small. The wind his death-lament. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres. The ancient pulse of germ and birth Was shrunken hard and dry. and hue In shadowy silent distance grew the Iceberg too.

whereof he knew And I was unaware. That I could think there trembled through His happy good-night air Some blessed Hope. .So little cause for carolings Of such ecstatic sound Was written on terrestrial things Afar or nigh around.