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Название: The Complete Poetical Works

Автор: Томас Харди

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СКАЧАТЬ And show from there

       The dwindled dust

       And rot and rust

       Of things that were.

      III

      “Now turn,” spake they to me

       One day: “Look whence we came,

       And signify his name

       Who gazes thence at thee.”—

       —“Nor name nor race

       Know I, or can,”

       I said, “Of man

       So commonplace.

      IV

      “He moves me not at all;

       I note no ray or jot

       Of rareness in his lot,

       Or star exceptional.

       Into the dim

       Dead throngs around

       He’ll sink, nor sound

       Be left of him.”

      V

      “Yet,” said they, “his frail speech,

       Hath accents pitched like thine—

       Thy mould and his define

       A likeness each to each—

       But go! Deep pain

       Alas, would be

       His name to thee,

       And told in vain!”

      Feb. 2, 1899.

      Memory and I

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      “O memory, where is now my youth,

       Who used to say that life was truth?”

      “I saw him in a crumbled cot

       Beneath a tottering tree;

       That he as phantom lingers there

       Is only known to me.”

      “O Memory, where is now my joy,

       Who lived with me in sweet employ?”

      “I saw him in gaunt gardens lone,

       Where laughter used to be;

       That he as phantom wanders there

       Is known to none but me.”

      “O Memory, where is now my hope,

       Who charged with deeds my skill and scope?”

      “I saw her in a tomb of tomes,

       Where dreams are wont to be;

       That she as spectre haunteth there

       Is only known to me.”

      “O Memory, where is now my faith,

       One time a champion, now a wraith?”

      “I saw her in a ravaged aisle,

       Bowed down on bended knee;

       That her poor ghost outflickers there

       Is known to none but me.”

      “O Memory, where is now my love,

       That rayed me as a god above?”

      “I saw him by an ageing shape

       Where beauty used to be;

       That his fond phantom lingers there

       Is only known to me.”

      ΑΓΝΩΣΤΩ. ΘΕΩ.

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      Long have I framed weak phantasies of Thee,

       O Willer masked and dumb!

       Who makest Life become,—

       As though by labouring all-unknowingly,

       Like one whom reveries numb.

      How much of consciousness informs Thy will

       Thy biddings, as if blind,

       Of death-inducing kind,

       Nought shows to us ephemeral ones who fill

       But moments in Thy mind.

      Perhaps Thy ancient rote-restricted ways

       Thy ripening rule transcends;

       That listless effort tends

       To grow percipient with advance of days,

       And with percipience mends.

      For, in unwonted purlieus, far and nigh,

       At whiles or short or long,

       May be discerned a wrong

       Dying as of self-slaughter; whereat I

       Would raise my voice in song.

      Time's Laughingstocks and Other Verses

      by

       Thomas Hardy

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