Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

Not Known

They know the wilings of the world,
The latest flippancy;
They know each jest at hazard hurled,
But know not me.

They know a phasm they name as me,
In whom I should not find
A single self-held quality
Of body or mind.

1. Afternoon Service at Mellstock
2. Song to an Old Burden
3. The Supplanter
4. To an Impersonator of Rosalind
5. Evening Shadows

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