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 End of the Episode
2. There Seemed a Strangeness
3. The Curtains Now Are Drawn
4. On One Who Lived and Died Where He Was Born
5. The Seven Times

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1722

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