Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Lizard

If on any warm day when you ramble around
Among moss and dead leaves, you should happen to see
A quick trembling thing dart and hide on the ground,
And you search in the leaves, you would uncover me.

1. The Occultation
2. Come Not; Yet Come!
3. The Fight on Durnover Moor
4. Genitrix Laesa
5. The Thing Unplanned

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1973

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