Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

The Pink Frock

‘O my pretty pink frock,
I sha’n’t be able to wear it!
Why is he dying just now?
I hardly can bear it!

‘He might have contrived to live on;
But they say there’s no hope whatever:
And must I shut myself up,
And go out never?

‘O my pretty pink frock?
Puff-sleeved and accordion-pleated!
He might have passed in July,
And not so cheated!’

1. If You Had Known
2. When Oats Were Reaped
3. The Seven Times
4. The Dead Bastard
5. The Dance at the Phœnix

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1899

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