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Thomas Hardy (Томас Харди)


A Private Man on Public Men


When my contemporaries were driving
Their coach through Life with strain and striving,
And raking riches into heaps,
And ably pleading in the Courts
With smart rejoinders and retorts,
Or where the Senate nightly keeps
Its vigils, till their fames were fanned
By rumour’s tongue throughout the land,
I lived in quiet, screened, unknown,
Pondering upon some stick or stone,
Or news of some rare book or bird
Latterly bought, or seen, or heard,
Not wishing ever to set eyes on
The surging crowd beyond the horizon,
Tasting years of moderate gladness
Mellowed by sundry days of sadness,
Shut from the noise of the world without,
Hearing but dimly its rush and rout,
Unenvying those amid its roar,
Little endowed, not wanting more.



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. Her Apotheosis
  2. «Sacred to the Memory»
  3. To a Well-Named Dwelling
  4. O I Won’t Lead a Homely Life
  5. I Was the Midmost


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