Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Dead Bastard

Many and many a time I thought,
‘Would my child were in its grave!’
Such the trouble and shame it brought.

Now ’tis there. And now I’d brave
Opinion’s worst, in word or act,
To have that child alive; yes, slave

To dress and flaunt it to attract;
Show it the gossips brazenly,
And let as nothing be the fact
That never its father married me.

1. Paying Calls
2. In Front of the Landscape
3. Joys of Memory
4. I Found Her Out There
5. She Charged Me

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1937

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