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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Dark-Eyed Gentleman I I pitched my day’s leazings* in Crimmercrock Lane, To tie up my garter and jog on again, When a dear dark-eyed gentleman passed there and said, In a way that made all o’ me colour rose-red, ‘What do I see – O pretty knee!’ And he came and he tied up my garter for me. II ’Twixt sunset and moonrise it was, I can mind: Ah, ’tis easy to lose what we nevermore find! – Of the dear stranger’s home, of his name, I knew nought, But I soon knew his nature and all that it brought. Then bitterly Sobbed I that he Should ever have tied up my garter for me! III Yet now I’ve beside me a fine lissom lad, And my slip’s nigh forgot, and my days are not sad; My own dearest joy is he, comrade, and friend, He it is who safe-guards me, on him I depend; No sorrow brings he, And thankful I be That his daddy once tied up my garter for me! *Leazings, bundle of gleaned corn. Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1406 |
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