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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Fiddler The fiddler knows what’s brewing To the lilt of his lyric wiles: The fiddler knows what rueing Will come of this night’s smiles! He sees couples join them for dancing, And afterwards joining for life, He sees them pay high for their prancing By a welter of wedded strife. He twangs: ‘Music hails from the devil, Though vaunted to come from heaven, For it makes people do at a revel What multiplies sins by seven. ‘There’s many a heart now mangled, And waiting its time to go, Whose tendrils were first entangled By my sweet viol and bow!’ Thomas Hardy's other poems: Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием): Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1469 |
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