From Victor Hugo

Thomas Hardy

Child, were I king, I'd yield my royal rule,
My chariot, sceptre, vassal-service due,
My crown, my porphyry-basined waters cool,
My fleets, whereto the sea is but a pool,
For a glance from you!

Love, were I God, the earth and its heaving airs,
Angels, the demons abject under me,
Vast chaos with its teeming womby lairs,
Time, space, all would I give--aye, upper spheres,
For a kiss from thee! 

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• Thomas Hardy : God-forgotten
• Thomas Hardy : God's Funeral
• Thomas Hardy : Hap
• Thomas Hardy : He Never Expected Much
• Thomas Hardy : Heiress And Architect
• Thomas Hardy : Her Death And After
• Thomas Hardy : Her Dilemma
• Thomas Hardy : Her Immortality

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• Thomas Hardy : Fragment
• Thomas Hardy : First Sight Of Her And After
• Thomas Hardy : Epitaph On A Pessimist
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• Thomas Hardy : During Wind And Rain
• Thomas Hardy : Drummer Hodge
• Thomas Hardy : Doom And She
• Thomas Hardy : Domicilium
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