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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) The Brother O know you what I have done To avenge our sister? She, I thought, was wantoned with By a man of levity: And I lay in wait all day, All day did I wait for him, And dogged him to Bollard Head When twilight dwindled dim, And hurled him over the edge And heard him fall below: O would I were lying with him, For the truth I did not know! ‘O where’s my husband?’ she asked, As evening wore away: ‘Best you had one, forsooth, But never had you!’ I say. ‘Yes, but I have!’ says she, ‘My Love made it up with me, And we churched it yesterday And mean to live happily.’ And now I go in haste To the Head, before she’s aware, To join him in death for the wrong I’ve done them both out there! Thomas Hardy's other poems: Распечатать (Print) Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1659 |
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