Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Peace-Offering

It was but a little thing,
Yet I knew it meant to me
Ease from what had given a sting
To the very birdsinging
Latterly.

But I would not welcome it;
And for all I then declined
O the regrettings infinite
When the night-processions flit
Through the mind!

1. The Chimes Play ‘Life’s a Bumper!’
2. Premonitions
3. The Hatband
4. The Oxen
5. Plena Timoris

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1802

Последние стихотворения

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