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Richard Hovey (Ричард Хави)


I SOMETIMES long to throw my books away
And to forget the thoughts that make me sad—
The mighty musings that have ever clad
The minds of men in chill and sombre grey.
I sometimes long to laugh out and be gay
As some blithe, thoughtless, merry-hearted lad
Or wander in the forest and be glad
Without a memory of a heavier day;
Yet when I try to turn myself apart
From all the deeper mysteries of Life
In nature-love and hate of human strife,
Still the same thoughts throng through my throbbing brain
And I arise in heaviness of heart
And turn me to my studying again.

Richard Hovey's other poems:
  1. Accident in Art
  2. Lancelot and Gawaine
  3. To a Friend
  4. The Sea Gypsy
  5. College Days

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