<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529560" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Places</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody says: Ah, that is the place<br>Where chanced, in the hollow of years ago,<br>What none of the Three Towns cared to know -<br>The birth of a little girl of grace -<br>The sweetest the house saw, first or last;<br>Yet it was so<br>On that day long past.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nobody thinks: There, there she lay<br>In a room by the Hoe, like the bud of a flower,<br>And listened, just after the bedtime hour,<br>To the stammering chimes that used to play<br>The quaint Old Hundred-and-Thirteenth tune<br>In Saint Andrew's tower<br>Night, morn, and noon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nobody calls to mind that here<br>Upon Boterel Hill, where the carters skid,<br>With cheeks whose airy flush outbid<br>Fresh fruit in bloom, and free of fear,<br>She cantered down, as if she must fall<br>(Though she never did),<br>To the charm of all.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Nay: one there is to whom these things,<br>That nobody else's mind calls back,<br>Have a savour that scenes in being lack,<br>And a presence more than the actual brings;<br>To whom to-day is beneaped and stale,<br>And its urgent clack<br>But a vapid tale.</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=529560" data-title="Places de Thomas Hardy" data-description="Nobody says: Ah, that is the place Where chanced, in the hollow of years ago, What none of the Three Towns cared to know - The birth of a little girl of grace - The sweetest the house saw, first or last; Yet it was so On that day long past. Nobo..."></div> </div> </div>

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