English poem
Ix
by Thomas Hardy
He scarce impassions champions now; They do and dare, but tensely—pale of brow; And would they fain uplift the arm Of that faint form they know not how.
Versos English Thomas Hardy Ix
Versos English Thomas Hardy Ix
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
He scarce impassions champions now; They do and dare, but tensely—pale of brow; And would they fain uplift the arm Of that faint form they know not how.