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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529485" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Friends Beyond</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough,<br> Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's,<br> And the Squire, and Lady Susan, lie in Mellstock churchyard now!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Gone," I call them, gone for good, that group of local hearts and<br> heads;<br> Yet at mothy curfew-tide,<br> And at midnight when the noon-heat breathes it back from walls and<br> leads,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> They've a way of whispering to me--fellow-wight who yet abide--<br> In the muted, measured note<br> Of a ripple under archways, or a lone cave's stillicide:</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "We have triumphed: this achievement turns the bane to antidote,<br> Unsuccesses to success,<br> Many thought-worn eves and morrows to a morrow free of thought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "No more need we corn and clothing, feel of old terrestrial stress;<br> Chill detraction stirs no sigh;<br> Fear of death has even bygone us: death gave all that we possess."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> W. D.--"Ye mid burn the wold bass-viol that I set such vallie by."<br> Squire.--"You may hold the manse in fee,<br> You may wed my spouse, my children's memory of me may decry."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Lady.--"You may have my rich brocades, my laces; take each household<br> key;<br> Ransack coffer, desk, bureau;<br> Quiz the few poor treasures hid there, con the letters kept by me."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Far.--"Ye mid zell my favorite heifer, ye mid let the charlock grow,<br> Foul the grinterns, give up thrift."<br> Wife.--"If ye break my best blue china, children, I sha'n't care or<br> ho."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> All--"We've no wish to hear the tidings, how the people's fortunes<br> shift;<br> What your daily doings are;<br> Who are wedded, born, divided; if your lives beat slow or swift.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> "Curious not the least are we if our intents you make or mar,<br> If you quire to our old tune,<br> If the City stage still passes, if the weirs still roar afar."</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Thus, with very gods' composure, freed those crosses late and soon<br> Which, in life, the Trine allow<br> (Why, none witteth), and ignoring all that haps beneath the moon,</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough,<br> Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's,<br> And the Squire, and Lady Susan, murmur mildly to me now.</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=529485" data-title="Friends Beyond de Thomas Hardy" data-description="WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady Susan, lie in Mellstock churchyard now! "Gone," I call them, gone for good, that group of local hearts and hea..."></div> </div> </div>
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