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THOMAS HARDY
Such stress and strain, Is soon enough By cypress sough To tell my Love I am come again.
And if some day, When none cries nay, I still delay To seek her side, (Though ample measure Of fitting leisure Await my pleasure) She will not chide.
What not upbraid me That I delay'd me, Nor ask what stay'd me So long ? Ah, no' New cares may claim me, New loves inflame me, She will not blame me, But suffer it so.
��821 Friends Beyond
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 church- yard now!
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