At A Hasty Wedding

Thomas Hardy

If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire
By bonds of every bond the best,
If hours be years. The twain are blest
Do eastern stars slope never west,
Nor pallid ashes follow fire:
If hours be years the twain are blest,
For now they solace swift desire. 

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• Thomas Hardy : At An Inn
• Thomas Hardy : At Castle Boterel
• Thomas Hardy : At Lulworth Cove A Century Back
• Thomas Hardy : At Mayfair Lodgings
• Thomas Hardy : At The Railway Station, Upways
• Thomas Hardy : At The War Office, London
• Thomas Hardy : At The Wicket-gate
• Thomas Hardy : At The Word Farewell
• Thomas Hardy : Beeny Cliff

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• Thomas Hardy : At A Bridal
• Thomas Hardy : Architectural Masks
• Thomas Hardy : Apostrophe To An Old Psalm Tune
• Thomas Hardy : An Autumn Rain-scene
• Thomas Hardy : An August Midnight
• Thomas Hardy : An Ancient To Ancients
• Thomas Hardy : Amabel
• Thomas Hardy : Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?
• Thomas Hardy : Afterwards
• Thomas Hardy : Afternoon Service At Mellstock