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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) From Her in the Country I thought and thought of thy crass clanging town To folly, till convinced such dreams were ill, I held my heart in bond, and tethered down Fancy to where I was, by force of will. I said: How beautiful are these flowers, this wood, One little bud is far more sweet to me Than all man’s urban shows; and then I stood Urging new zest for bird, and bush, and tree; And strove to feel my nature brought it forth Of instinct, or no rural maid was I; But it was vain; for I could not see worth Enough around to charm a midge or fly, And mused again on city din and sin, Longing to madness I might move therein! 16 W.P.V., 1866 Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1574 |
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