Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

At A Hasty Wedding

If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire
By bonds of every bond the best,
If hours be years. The twain are blest
Do eastern stars slope never west,
Nor pallid ashes follow fire:
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire. 

1. The Prophetess
2. After the Death of a Friend
3. ‘A Gentleman’s Second-Hand Suit’
4. The Second Visit
5. I Rose Up as My Custom Is

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