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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) His Immortality I I saw a dead man's finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I: "This must be His immortality." II I looked there as the seasons wore, And still his soul continuously upbore Its life in theirs. But less its shine excelled Than when I first beheld. III His fellow-yearsmen passed, and then In later hearts I looked for him again; And found him--shrunk, alas! into a thin And spectral mannikin. IV Lastly I ask--now old and chill - If aught of him remain unperished still; And find, in me alone, a feeble spark, Dying amid the dark. Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1769 |
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