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Thomas Hardy - Architectura
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I

There is a house with ivied walls, 
And mullioned windows worn and old, 
And the long dwellers in those halls 
Have souls that know but sordid calls, 
And dote on gold.

      II

In a blazing brick and plated show 
Not far away a `villa` gleams, 
And here a family few may know, 
With book and pencil, viol and bow, 
Lead inner lives of dreams.

      III

The philosophic passers say, 
`See that old mansion mossed and fair, 
Poetic souls therein are they: 
And O that gaudy box! Away, 
You vulgar people there.`
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