Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HE FEARS HIS GOOD FORTUNE, by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: There was a glorious time Last Line: - and it came. | ||||||||
THERE was a glorious time At an epoch of my prime; Mornings beryl-bespread, And evenings golden-red; Nothing gray: And in my heart I said, 'However this chanced to be, It is too full for me, Too rare, too rapturous, rash, Its spell must close with a crash Some day!' The radiance went on Anon and yet anon, And sweetness fell around Like manna on the ground. 'I've no claim,' Said I, 'to be thus crowned: I am not worthy this: - Must it not go amiss? - Well ... let the end foreseen Come duly! - I am serene.' - And it came. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY A BROKEN APPOINTMENT by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS GHOST-STORY; CHRISTMAS-EVE 1899 by THOMAS HARDY A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY A THUNDERSTORM IN TOWN by THOMAS HARDY A TRAMPWOMAN'S TRAGEDY by THOMAS HARDY A WIFE IN LONDON by THOMAS HARDY ACCORDING TO THE MIGHTY WORKING by THOMAS HARDY |
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