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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди)) Christmastide The rain-shafts splintered on me As despondently I strode; The twilight gloomed upon me And bleared the blank high-road. Each bush gave forth, when blown on By gusts in shower and shower, A sigh, as it were sown on In handfuls by a sower. A cheerful voice called, nigh me, ‘A merry Christmas, friend!’ – There rose a figure by me, Walking with townward trend, A sodden tramp’s, who, breaking Into thin song, bore straight Ahead, direction taking Toward the Casuals’ gate. 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: 1532 |
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