Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

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‘It never looks like summer here
On Beeny by the sea.’
But though she saw its looks as drear,
Summer it seemed to me.

It never looks like summer now
Whatever weather’s there;
But ah, it cannot anyhow,
On Beeny or elsewhere!

1. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
2. The Supplanter
3. Evening Shadows
4. At the Altar-Rail
5. At the Word ‘Farewell’

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