Posted onJanuary 17, 2021January 17, 2021inThomas Hardy The Darkling Thrush By Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gateWhen Frost was spectre-grey,And Winter’s dregs made desolateThe weakening eye of day. […]
Posted onJanuary 10, 2021January 10, 2021inThomas Hardy The Voice By Thomas Hardy Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,Saying that now you are not as […]