English poem
Ix
by Thomas Hardy
“Till, in Time’s stayless stealthy swing, Uncompromising rude reality Mangled the Monarch of our fashioning, Who quavered, sank; and now has ceased to be.
Versos English Thomas Hardy Ix
Versos English Thomas Hardy Ix
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
“Till, in Time’s stayless stealthy swing, Uncompromising rude reality Mangled the Monarch of our fashioning, Who quavered, sank; and now has ceased to be.