Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
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Triolet How great my grief, my joys how few, Since first it was my fate to know thee! - Have the slow years not brought to view How great my grief, my joys how few, Nor memory shaped old times anew, Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee How great my grief, my joys how few, Since first it was my fate to know thee?
Thomas Hardy’s other poems:
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