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Hardy,
Thomas
A British novelist, short story writer, and poet of the naturalist movement.. English novelist and poet
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At the War Office, London
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Written by:
Thomas
Hardy
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I
Last year I called this world of gain-givings
The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly
If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly,
So charged it seemed with circumstance whence springs
The tragedy of things.
II
Yet at that censured time no heart was rent
Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter
By hourly blazoned sheets of listed slaughter;
Death waited Nature's wont; Peace smiled unshent
From Ind to Occident.
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