Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses

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Томас Харди

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Зарубежная классика

Год написания книги

2017

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So I have fared through many suns;
Sadly little grist I
Bring my mill, or any one’s,
Domine, Tu scisti!

And at dead of night I call:
“Though to prophets list I,
Which hath understood at all?
Yea: Quem elegisti?”

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SURVIEW

“Cogitavi vias meas”

A cry from the green-grained sticks of the fire
Made me gaze where it seemed to be:
’Twas my own voice talking therefrom to me
On how I had walked when my sun was higher —
My heart in its arrogancy.

“You held not to whatsoever was true,”
Said my own voice talking to me:
“Whatsoever was just you were slack to see;
Kept not things lovely and pure in view,”
Said my own voice talking to me.

“You slighted her that endureth all,”
Said my own voice talking to me;
“Vaunteth not, trusteth hopefully;
That suffereth long and is kind withal,”
Said my own voice talking to me.

“You taught not that which you set about,”
Said my own voice talking to me;
“That the greatest of things is Charity.. ”
– And the sticks burnt low, and the fire went out,
And my voice ceased talking to me.

notes

1

Quadrilles danced early in the nineteenth century.

2

It was said her real name was Eve Trevillian or Trevelyan; and that she was the handsome mother of two or three illegitimate children, circa 1784–95.

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