<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529419" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Confession To A Friend in Trouble</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">YOUR troubles shrink not, though I feel them less<br> Here, far away, than when I tarried near;<br> I even smile old smiles--with listlessness--<br> Yet smiles they are, not ghastly mockeries mere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> A thought too strange to house within my brain<br> Haunting its outer precincts I discern:<br> --That I will not show zeal again to learn<br> Your griefs, and, sharing them, renew my pain....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> It goes, like murky bird or buccaneer<br> That shapes its lawless figure on the main,<br> And each new impulse tends to make outflee<br> The unseemly instinct that had lodgment here;<br> Yet, comrade old, can bitterer knowledge be<br> Than that, though banned, such instinct was in me!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Hardy">Thomas Hardy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529419" data-title="A Confession To A Friend in Trouble de Thomas Hardy" data-description="YOUR 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..."></div> </div> </div>

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