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Название: The Complete Poetical Works

Автор: Томас Харди

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СКАЧАТЬ Whose story no one knows.

      VII

      “For which of us could hope

       To show in life that world-awakening scope

       Granted the few whose memory none lets die,

       But all men magnify?

      VIII

      “We were but Fortune’s sport;

       Things true, things lovely, things of good report

       We neither shunned nor sought . . . We see our bourne,

       And seeing it we mourn.”

      Wives in the Sere

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      I

      Never a careworn wife but shows,

       If a joy suffuse her,

       Something beautiful to those

       Patient to peruse her,

       Some one charm the world unknows

       Precious to a muser,

       Haply what, ere years were foes,

       Moved her mate to choose her.

      II

      But, be it a hint of rose

       That an instant hues her,

       Or some early light or pose

       Wherewith thought renews her—

       Seen by him at full, ere woes

       Practised to abuse her—

       Sparely comes it, swiftly goes,

       Time again subdues her.

      The Superseded

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      I

      As newer comers crowd the fore,

       We drop behind.

       —We who have laboured long and sore

       Times out of mind,

       And keen are yet, must not regret

       To drop behind.

      II

      Yet there are of us some who grieve

       To go behind;

       Staunch, strenuous souls who scarce believe

       Their fires declined,

       And know none cares, remembers, spares

       Who go behind.

      III

      ’Tis not that we have unforetold

       The drop behind;

       We feel the new must oust the old

       In every kind;

       But yet we think, must we, must we, Too, drop behind?

      An August Midnight

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      I

      A shaded lamp and a waving blind,

       And the beat of a clock from a distant floor:

       On this scene enter—winged, horned, and spined—

       A longlegs, a moth, and a dumbledore;

       While ’mid my page there idly stands

       A sleepy fly, that rubs its hands . . .

      II

      Thus meet we five, in this still place,

       At this point of time, at this point in space.

       —My guests parade my new-penned ink,

       Or bang at the lamp-glass, whirl, and sink.

       “God’s humblest, they!” I muse. Yet why?

       They know Earth-secrets that know not I.

      Max Gate, 1899.

      The Caged Thrush Freed and Home Again

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      (Villanelle)

      “Men know but little more than we,

       Who count us least of things terrene,

       How happy days are made to be!

      “Of such strange tidings what think ye,

       O birds in brown that peck and preen?

       Men know but little more than we!

      “When I was borne from yonder tree

       In bonds to them, I hoped to glean

       How happy days are made to be,

      “And want and wailing turned to glee;

       Alas, despite their mighty mien

       Men know but little more than we!

      “They cannot change the Frost’s decree,

       They cannot keep the skies serene;

       How happy days are made to be

      “Eludes great Man’s sagacity

       No less than ours, O tribes in treen!

       Men know but little more than we

       How happy days are made to be.”

      Birds at Winter СКАЧАТЬ