Poem by Thomas Hardy

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They are great trees, no doubt, by now,
That were so thin in bough –
That row of limes –
When we housed there; I’m loth to reckon when;
The world has turned so many times,
So many, since then!

   From ‘The Life of Thomas Hardy’

1. The End of the Episode
2. The Month’s Calendar
3. The Rejected Member’s Wife
4. I Rose Up as My Custom Is
5. Copying Architecture in an Old Minster

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