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A Confession To A Friend In Trouble

UR troubles shrink not, though I feel them less      Here, far away, than when I tarried near;    I even smile old smiles—with listlessness—      Yet smiles they are, not ghastly mockeries mere.    A thought too strange to house within my brain      Haunting its outer precincts I discern:      —That I will not show zeal again to learn    Your griefs, and, sharing them, renew my pain….    It goes, like murky bird or buccaneer    That shapes its lawless figure on the main,    And each new impulse tends to make outflee    The unseemly instinct that had lodgment here;    Yet, comrade old, can bitterer knowledge be    Than that, though banned, such instinct was in me!

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Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy OM (2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928) was an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was i…

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