English poem
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by Thomas Hardy
Then the play . . . But how unfitted Was this Rosalind!—a mammet quite to me, in memories nurst, And with chilling disappointment soon I sought the street I had quitted, To re-ponder on the first.
English poem
by Thomas Hardy
Then the play . . . But how unfitted Was this Rosalind!—a mammet quite to me, in memories nurst, And with chilling disappointment soon I sought the street I had quitted, To re-ponder on the first.