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Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


The Dolls


‘Whenever you dress me dolls, mammy,
Why do you dress them so,
And make them gallant soldiers,
When never a one I know;
And not as gentle ladies
With frills and frocks and curls,
As people dress the dollies
Of other little girls?’

Ah – why did she not answer: –
‘Because your mammy’s heed
Is always gallant soldiers,
As well may be, indeed.
One of them was your daddy,
His name I must not tell;
He’s not the dad who lives here,
But one I love too well.’



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. The End of the Episode
  2. There Seemed a Strangeness
  3. The Curtains Now Are Drawn
  4. On One Who Lived and Died Where He Was Born
  5. The Seven Times


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