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In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury Thomas Hardy
"In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury" by Thomas Hardy is a pastoral poem that reflects on the beauty of nature and rural life. The lyrics evoke a sense of nostalgia and longing for simpler times, highlighting themes of love, loss, and the passage of time. The song captures the essence of the English countryside, celebrating its tranquility and the interconnectedness of life.
#Folk
Release Year: 1901
Main Themes: Nature, nostalgia, rural life
Lyrical Meaning: A meditation on beauty and transience in nature.
Unique Musical Elements: Folk instrumentation, melodic harmonies.
Cultural Impact: Reflects Hardy's literary influence and appreciation for rural England.
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The years have gathered grayly
Since I danced upon this leaze
With one who kindled gayly
Love's fitful ecstasies!
But despite the term as teacher,
I remain what I was then
In each essential feature
Of the fantasies of men.
Yet I note the little chisel
Of ever-napping Time,
Defacing ghast and grizzel
The blazon of my prime.
When at night he thinks me sleeping,
I feel him boring sly
Within my bones, and heaping
Quaintest pains for by-and-by.
Still, I'd go the world with Beauty,
I would laugh with her and sing,
I would shun divinest duty
To resume her worshipping.
But she'd scorn my brave endeavor,
She would not balm the breeze
By murmuring, "Thine for ever!"
As she did upon this leaze.
Since I danced upon this leaze
With one who kindled gayly
Love's fitful ecstasies!
But despite the term as teacher,
I remain what I was then
In each essential feature
Of the fantasies of men.
Yet I note the little chisel
Of ever-napping Time,
Defacing ghast and grizzel
The blazon of my prime.
When at night he thinks me sleeping,
I feel him boring sly
Within my bones, and heaping
Quaintest pains for by-and-by.
Still, I'd go the world with Beauty,
I would laugh with her and sing,
I would shun divinest duty
To resume her worshipping.
But she'd scorn my brave endeavor,
She would not balm the breeze
By murmuring, "Thine for ever!"
As she did upon this leaze.
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