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''Some flakes have lost their way, and grope back upward, when
Meeting those meandering down they turn and descend again.''
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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Snow in the Suburbs (l. 5-6). . .
The Complete Poems of Thomas Hardy. James Gibson, ed. (1978) M...
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''That man's silence is wonderful to listen to.''
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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Spinks, in Under the Greenwood Tree, pt. 2, ch. 5 (1872).
Some editions have the variation: "Tha...
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''My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.''
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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. "Spirit Sinister," in The Dynasts, pt. 1, act 2, sc. 5 (1904).
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''Once victim, always victimthat's the law!''
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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Tess, in Tess of the D'Urbervilles, ch. 47 (1891).
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All these young souls were passengers in the Durbeyfield shipentirely dependent on the judgment of the two Durbeyfield adults for their pleasures, their necessities, their health, even their exi...
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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Tess of the D'Urbervilles, ch. III (1891).
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"Justice" was done, and the President of the Immortals, in Æschylean phrase, had ended his sport with Tess. And the d'Urberville knights and dames slept on in their tombs unknowing. The two speechless...
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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Tess of the D'Urbervilles, ch. LIX (1891).
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''That cold accretion called the world, which, so terrible in the mass, is so unformidable, even pitiable, in its units.''
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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.''
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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Tess of the D'Urbervilles, ch. 43 (1891).
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[T]hat moment of evening when the light and the darkness are so evenly balanced that the constraint of day and the suspense of night neutralize each other, leaving absolute mental liberty. It is then ...
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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Tess of the D'Urbervilles, ch. 13 (1891).
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Why it was that upon this beautiful feminine tissue, sensitive as gossamer, and practically blank as snow as yet, there should have been traced such a coarse pattern as it was doomed to receive; why s...
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Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. Tess of the D'Urbervilles, ch. XI (1892).
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Song of Hope
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O sweet To-morrow! - After to-day There will away This sense of sorrow. Then let us borrow Hope, for a gleaming Soon will be streaming, Dimmed by no gray - No gray!
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