Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Young Glass-Stainer

‘These Gothic windows, how they wear me out
With cusp and foil, and nothing straight or square,
Crude colours, leaden borders roundabout,
And fitting in Peter here, and Matthew there!

‘What a vocation! Here do I draw now
The abnormal, loving the Hellenic norm;
Martha I paint, and dream of Hera’s brow,
Mary, and think of Aphrodite’s form.’

1. The End of the Episode
2. The Pair He Saw Pass
3. The Seven Times
4. Rake-Hell Muses
5. Tragedian to Tragedienne

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