Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

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Triolet

How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
   Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
   Since first it was my fate to know thee? 

1. The Chimes Play ‘Life’s a Bumper!’
2. Premonitions
3. The Children and Sir Nameless
4. Could I but Will
5. Come Not; Yet Come!

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