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Название: The Complete Poetical Works

Автор: Томас Харди

Издательство: Bookwire

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СКАЧАТЬ The Caged Thrush Freed and Home Again

       Birds at Winter Nightfall

       The Puzzled Game-Birds

       Winter in Durnover Field

       The Last Chrysanthemum

       The Darkling Thrush

       The Comet at Yalbury or Yell’ham

       Mad Judy

       A Wasted Illness

       A Man

       The Dame of Athelhall

       The Seasons of Her Year

       The Milkmaid

       The Levelled Churchyard

       The Ruined Maid

       The Respectable Burgher on “The Higher Criticism”

       Architectural Masks

       The Tenant-For-Life

       The King’s Experiment

       The Tree An Old Man’s Story

       Her Late Husband

       The Self-Unseeing

       De Profundis

       The Church-Builder

       The Lost Pyx A Mediæval Legend3

       Tess’s Lament

       The Supplanter A Tale

       Imitations, Etc.

       Sapphic Fragment

       Catullus: XXXI

       After Schiller

       Song From Heine

       From Victor Hugo

       Cardinal Bembo’s Epitaph on Raphael

       Retrospect

       “I Have Lived With Shades”

       Memory and I

       ΑΓΝΩΣΤΩ. ΘΕΩ.

      V.R. 1819–1901

       Table of Contents

      A REVERIE

      Moments the mightiest pass uncalendared,

       And when the Absolute

       In backward Time outgave the deedful word

       Whereby all life is stirred:

       “Let one be born and throned whose mould shall constitute

       The norm of every royal-reckoned attribute,”

       No mortal knew or heard.

       But in due days the purposed Life outshone—

       Serene, sagacious, free;

       —Her waxing seasons bloomed with deeds well done,

       And the world’s heart was won . . .

       Yet may the deed of hers most bright in eyes to be

       Lie hid from ours—as in the All-One’s thought lay she—

       Till ripening years have run.

      Sunday Night,

       27th January 1901.

      War Poems

       Table of Contents

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