Thomas Hardy Quotes

The season developed and matured. Another year's installment of flowers, leaves, nightingales, thrushes, finches, and such ephemeral creatures, took up their positions where only a year ago others had stood in their place when these were nothing more than germs and inorganic particles. Rays from the sunrise drew forth the buds and stretched them into long stalks, lifted up sap in noiseless streams, opened petals, and sucked out scents in invisible jets and breathings.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Tess of the D'Urbervilles, ch. XX (1892).
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That cold accretion called the world, which, so terrible in the mass, is so unformidable, even pitiable, in its units.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Tess of the D'Urbervilles, ch. 13 (1891).
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Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Tess of the D'Urbervilles, ch. 43 (1891).
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Patience, that blending of moral courage with physical timidity.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Tess of the D'Urbervilles, ch. 43 (1891).
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Till the Spinner of the Years Said "Now!" And each one hears, And consummation comes, and jars two hemispheres.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. The Convergence of the Twain (Lines on the Loss of the Titanic) (l. 31-33). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. The Darkling Thrush (l. 1-2). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. The Darkling Thrush (l. 21-24). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow's dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, You would close your term here, up and be gone
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. The Going (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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Ethelberta breathed a sort of exclamation, not right out, but stealthily, like a parson's damn.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. The Hand of Ethelberta, ch. 26 (1876).
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Ethelberta breathed a sort of exclamation, not right out, but stealthily, like a parson's damn.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. The Hand of Ethelberta, ch. 26 (1876).
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