When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say, "He was a ...

When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. The tangled bine-stems scored the sky Like strings of broken lyres, And all mankind that haunted nigh Had ...

be careful to include only details that reveal something about the poem. Thomas Hardy faced many disappointments in his personal relationships, but it is unclear if this poem is about a specific ...

be careful to include only details that reveal something about the poem. Thomas Hardy faced many disappointments in his personal relationships, but it is unclear if this poem is about a specific ...

On 16th January 1928 the ashes of the poet and writer Thomas Hardy were buried in Poets' Corner in Westminster Abbey, immediately to the north of the grave of Charles Dickens. But his heart is buried ...