Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SINE PROLE (MEDIEVAL LATIN SEQUENCE METRE), by THOMAS HARDY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Forth from ages thick in mystery Last Line: And its dice that fling no prize! | ||||||||
FORTH from ages thick in mystery, Through the morn and noon of history, To the moment where I stand As my line wound; I the last one -- Outcome of each spectral past one Of that file, so many-manned! Nothing in its time-trail marred it: As one long life I regard it Throughout all the years till now, When it fain -- the close seen coming -- After annals past all plumbing -- Makes to Being its parting bow. Unlike Jahveh's ancient nation, Little in their line's cessation Moderns see for surge of sighs: They have been schooled by lengthier vision, View Life's lottery with misprision, And its dice that fling no prize! | 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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