“Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?” by Thomas Hardy

“Ah, are you digging on my grave My loved one?–planting rue?” –“No; yesterday he went to wed One of the brightest wealth has bred. ‘It cannot hurt her now,’ he said, ‘That I should not be true.’” “Then who is digging on my grave? My nearest dearest kin?” –“Ah, no; they sit and think, ‘WhatContinue reading ““Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?” by Thomas Hardy”

“Epitaph” by Lascelles Abercrombie

Sir, you shall notice me: I am the Man; I am Good Fortune: I am satisfied. All I desired, more than I could desire, I have: everything has gone right with me. Life was a hiding-place that played me false; I croucht ashamed, and still was seen and scorned: But now I am not seen.Continue reading ““Epitaph” by Lascelles Abercrombie”

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