Английская поэзия


ГлавнаяБиографииСтихи по темамСлучайное стихотворениеПереводчикиСсылкиАнтологии
Рейтинг поэтовРейтинг стихотворений

Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))


Tolerance


'It is a foolish thing,' said I,
'To bear with such, and pass it by;
Yet so I do, I know not why!'


And at each clash I would surmise
That if I had acted otherwise
I might have saved me many sighs.


But now the only happiness
In looking back that I possess -
Whose lack would leave me comfortless -


Is to remember I refrained
From masteries I might have gained,
And for my tolerance was disdained;


For see, a tomb. And if it were
I had bent and broke, I should not dare
To linger in the shadows there. 



Thomas Hardy's other poems:
  1. The End of the Episode
  2. On One Who Lived and Died Where He Was Born
  3. On a Discovered Curl of Hair
  4. The Three Tall Men
  5. The Month’s Calendar


Распечатать стихотворение. Poem to print Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 2163


Последние стихотворения


To English version


Рейтинг@Mail.ru

Английская поэзия