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Название: The Complete Poetical Works

Автор: Томас Харди

Издательство: Bookwire

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isbn: 9788027241361

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      And moralists, reflecting, said,

       As “dust to dust” in burial read

       Was echoed from each coffin-lid,

       “These men were like in all they did.”

      1866.

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      Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the Lyceum Theatre, July 23, 1890, at a performance on behalf of Lady Jeune’s Holiday Fund for City Children.

      Before we part to alien thoughts and aims,

       Permit the one brief word the occasion claims:

       —When mumming and grave projects are allied,

       Perhaps an Epilogue is justified.

      Our under-purpose has, in truth, to-day

       Commanded most our musings; least the play:

       A purpose futile but for your good-will

       Swiftly responsive to the cry of ill:

       A purpose all too limited!—to aid

       Frail human flowerets, sicklied by the shade,

       In winning some short spell of upland breeze,

       Or strengthening sunlight on the level leas.

      Who has not marked, where the full cheek should be,

       Incipient lines of lank flaccidity,

       Lymphatic pallor where the pink should glow,

       And where the throb of transport, pulses low?—

       Most tragical of shapes from Pole to Line,

       O wondering child, unwitting Time’s design,

       Why should Art add to Nature’s quandary,

       And worsen ill by thus immuring thee?

       —That races do despite unto their own,

       That Might supernal do indeed condone

       Wrongs individual for the general ease,

       Instance the proof in victims such as these.

      Launched into thoroughfares too thronged before,

       Mothered by those whose protest is “No more!”

       Vitalized without option: who shall say

       That did Life hang on choosing—Yea or Nay—

       They had not scorned it with such penalty,

       And nothingness implored of Destiny?

      And yet behind the horizon smile serene

       The down, the cornland, and the stretching green—

       Space—the child’s heaven: scenes which at least ensure

       Some palliative for ill they cannot cure.

      Dear friends—now moved by this poor show of ours

       To make your own long joy in buds and bowers

       For one brief while the joy of infant eyes,

       Changing their urban murk to paradise—

       You have our thanks!—may your reward include

       More than our thanks, far more: their gratitude.

      “I Look Into My Glass”

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      I look into my glass,

       And view my wasting skin,

       And say, “Would God it came to pass

       My heart had shrunk as thin!”

      For then, I, undistrest

       By hearts grown cold to me,

       Could lonely wait my endless rest

       With equanimity.

      But Time, to make me grieve;

       Part steals, lets part abide;

       And shakes this fragile frame at eve

       With throbbings of noontide.

      Poems of the Past and the Present

      by

       Thomas Hardy

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       V.R. 1819–1901

       War Poems

       Embarcation

       Departure

       The Colonel’s Soliloquy

       The Going of the Battery

       At the War Office

       A Christmas Ghost-Story

       The Dead Drummer

       A Wife in London

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