<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=529660" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Pity Of It</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar<br>From rail-track and from highway, and I heard<br>In field and farmstead many an ancient word<br>Of local lineage like 'Thu bist,' 'Er war,'<br>'Ich woll,' 'Er sholl,' and by-talk similar,<br>Nigh as they speak who in this month's moon gird<br>At England's very loins, thereunto spurred<br>By gangs whose glory threats and slaughters are. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then seemed a Heart crying: 'Whosoever they be<br>At root and bottom of this, who flung this flame<br>Between kin folk kin tongued even as are we,<br>Sinister, ugly, lurid, be their fame;<br>May their familiars grow to shun their name,<br>And their brood perish everlastingly.'</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=529660" data-title="The Pity Of It de Thomas Hardy" data-description="I walked in loamy Wessex lanes, afar From rail-track and from highway, and I heard In field and farmstead many an ancient word Of local lineage like 'Thu bist,' 'Er war,' 'Ich woll,' 'Er sholl,' and by-talk similar, Nigh as they speak who in this ..."></div> </div> </div>

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