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I leant upon a coppice gate
When Frost was spectre-gray,
And Winter’s dregs made desolate
The weakening eye of day.
The tangled bine-stems scored the sky
Like strings of broken lyres,
And all mankind that haunted nigh
Had sought their household fires.

— Thomas Hardy Poems of the Past and the Present (1901)

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Do not do an immoral thing for moral reasons!

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