Thomas Hardy Quotes

This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly:
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Weather (l. 1-4). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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I am sorry, but I quite forgot It was your resting-place."
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave? (L. 35-36). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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This is the weather the shepherd shuns, And so do I; When beeches drip in browns and duns, And thresh, and ply;
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Weather (l. 10-13). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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That one true heart was left behind! What feeling do we ever find To equal among human kind A dog's fidelity!"
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poetq. Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave? (L. 27-30). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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In the lowlands I have no comrade, not even the lone man's friend—
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Wessex Heights (l. 5). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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Calm fell. From Heaven distilled a clemency; There was peace on earth, and silence in the sky; Some could, some could not, shake off misery: The Sinister Spirit sneered: 'It had to be!' And again the Spirit of Pity whispered, 'Why?'
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. And There Was a Great Calm (l. 41-45). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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And ghosts then keep their distance; and I know some liberty.
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Wessex Heights (l. 32). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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So, when old hopes that earth was bettering slowly Were dead and damned, there sounded 'War is done!' One morrow. Said the bereft, and meek, and lowly, 'Will men some day be given to grace? yea, wholly, And in good sooth, as our dreams used to run?'
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. And There Was a Great Calm (l. 21-25). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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In the towns I am tracked by phantoms having weird detective ways—
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Wessex Heights (l. 9). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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There had been years of Passion—scorching, cold, And much Despair, and Anger heaving high,
Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. And There Was a Great Calm (l. 1-2). . . The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) Macmillan.
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