I built myself a house of glass:It took me years to make it:And I was proud. But now, alas!Would God someone would break it.
Novembers days are thirty: Novembers earth is dirty, Those thirty days, from first to last; And the prettiest things on ground are the paths.... Fe… - Edward Thomas
Novembers days are thirty: Novembers earth is dirty, Those thirty days, from first to last; And the prettiest things on ground are the paths.... Fe…
- Edward Thomas
The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence. - Edward Thomas
The simple lack of her is more to me than others' presence.
As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower. - Edward Thomas
As well as any bloom upon a flower I like the dust on the nettles, never lost Except to prove the sweetness of a shower.
If I should ever by chance grow richI'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,And let them all to my eldest daughter. - Edward Thomas
If I should ever by chance grow richI'll buy Codham, Cockridden, and Childerditch,Roses, Pyrgo, and Lapwater,And let them all to my eldest daughter.
Some Englishmen, of whom Kitchener was chief, believed that a rebellion of Arabs against Turks would enable England, while fighting Germany, simultan… - Edward Thomas
Some Englishmen, of whom Kitchener was chief, believed that a rebellion of Arabs against Turks would enable England, while fighting Germany, simultan…
Yes; I remember Adlestrop- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June. - Edward Thomas
Yes; I remember Adlestrop- The name, because one afternoon Of heat the express-train drew up there Unwontedly. It was late June.
I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,Sniff them and think and sniff again and tryOnce more to think what it is I am remembering,Always in vain. I ca… - Edward Thomas
I, too, often shrivel the grey shreds,Sniff them and think and sniff again and tryOnce more to think what it is I am remembering,Always in vain. I ca…
How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It … - Edward Thomas
How nice it would be to be dead if only we could know we were dead. That is what I hate, the not being able to turn round in the grave and to say It …
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass, What w… - Edward Thomas
Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm tops, delicate as flower of grass, What w…
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