... A POEM ON THE WAR By THOMAS HARDY. In these stern times of ours, when crimson strife Throws shade on every thoroughfare of life, Disfigures comely countries with its gore, And sends back mangled heroes to our shore, The gift of gifts is sturdy hardihood ...

... AN APPEAL TO AMERICA By THOMAS HARDY Seven millions stand Emaciate, in that ancient Deltaland We here, full charged with our own maimed and dead, And coiled in throbbing conflicts slow and sore, Can soothe how slight these ails un merited Of souls forlorn ...

... The DEAD and the LIVING ONE. By Thomas Hardy. I Jhe dead woman lay in her first n'ght's grave, And twilight fell from the sky's concave, And those she had asked to forgive forgave. The woman passing came to a pause By the heaped white shapes of wreath ...

... The DEAD and the LIVING ONE. Thomas Hardy. 'he dead woman lay in her first nght's grave, And twilight fell from the sky's concave, And those she had asked to forgive forgave, The woman passing came to a pause By the heaped white shapes of wreath and cross ...

... TWO POEMS-- By Thomas Hardy, O.M. I. THE WOUND I climbed to the crest, And, fog-festooned, The sun lay west Like a crimson wound Like that wound of mine Of which none knew, For I d given no sign That it pierced me through. II. A MERRYMAKING IN QUESTION ...

... 1 A NEW YEAR'S EVE IN 1 WAR TIME. r T By THOMAS HARDY January, 1917 f 1 Phantasmal fears, And the flap of the flame, I j And the throb of the clock, 1 And a loosened slate, And the blind night's drone T j While tiredly the spectral pines intone. r I 2 ...

... OFTEN WHEN WARRING. By Thomas Hardy. Often when warring for he wist not what, An enemy-soldier, passing by one weak, Has tendered water, wiped the burning cheek, And cooled the lips so black and clammed and hot Then gone his way, and maybe quite forgot ...

... IN THE TIME OF WAR AND TUMULTS By Thomas Hardy, O.M. Would that I'd not drawn breath here!'' some one said, To stalk upon this stage of evil deeds. Where purposelessly month by month proceeds A play so sorely shaped and blood-bespread. Yet had his spark ...

... VALENCIENNES (1793). By Thomas Hardy. By Corporal Tullidge. In Memory of S.C. (pensioner) died 184-. We trenched, we trumpeted and drummed, And from our mortars tons of iron hummed Ath'art the ditch, the month we bombed The town o' Valencieen. Twas in ...

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