Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy, OMwas an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was influenced both in his novels and in his poetry by Romanticism, especially William Wordsworth. Charles Dickens was another important influence. Like Dickens, he was highly critical of much in Victorian society, though Hardy focused more on a declining rural society...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth2 June 1840
cells littles noise
That mercy towards one set of creatures was cruelty towards another sickened his sense of harmony. As you got older, and felt yourself to be at the center of your time, and not at a point in its circumference, as you had felt when you were little, you were seized with a sort of shuddering, he perceived. All around you there seemed to be something glaring, garish, rattling, and the noises and glares hit upon the little cell called your life, and shook it, and warped it.
eye littles tess-of-the-d-urbervilles
My eyes were dazed by you for a little, and that was all.
expression feelings littles
They spoke very little of their mutual feeling; pretty phrases and warm expressions being probably unnecessary between such tried friends.
dream soul littles
So each had a private little sun for her soul to bask in; some dream, some affection, some hobby, or at least some remote and distant hope....
approach approaches curve directly doubtful grave less line reach seemed straight till
Indeed, he seemed to approach the grave as a hyperbolic curve approaches a straight line -- less directly as he got nearer, till it was doubtful if he would ever reach it at all.
care deserving english-novelist everybody honour nowadays people remain talent talented
Everybody is so talented nowadays that the only people I care to honour as deserving real distinction are those who remain in obscurity.
victim
Once victim, always victim -- that's the law!
snow spare till time waits
I need not go / Through sleet and snow / To where I know / She waits for me: / She will tarry there / Till I find it fair, / And have time to spare / From company.
love paths smile
Smile out; but still suffer: / The paths of love are rougher / Than thoroughfares of stones.
faith fire growing leaving march men night within
What of the faith and fire within us / Men who march away / Ere the barncocks say / Night is growing gray, / Leaving all that here can win us?
mind may tess-of-the-d-urbervilles
Did it never strike your mind that what every woman says, some women may feel?
distance men
Why is it that a woman can see from a distance what a man cannot see close?
dreads elf final half lest maiden modest rise
There's not a modest maiden elf / But dreads the final Trumpet, / Lest half of her should rise herself, / And half some sturdy strumpet!
blinded thou
So zestfully canst thou sing? / And all this indignity, / With God's consent, on thee! / Blinded ere yet a-wing.