Edward Thomas (Эдвард Томас)

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I built myself a house of glass:
It took my years to make it:
And I was proud. But now, alas!
Would God someone would break it.

But it looks too magnificent.
No neighbour casts a stone
From where he dwells, in tenement
Or palace of glass, alone. 

1. The Gallows
2. The Sheiling
3. When He Should Laugh
4. Women He Liked
5. An Old Song

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