Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

Thomas Hardy Quotes

  • ''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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  • ''Dialect words—those terrible marks of the beast to the truly genteel.''
    Thomas Hardy (1840-1928), British novelist, poet. The Mayor of Casterbridge, ch. 20 (1886).
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Best Poem of Thomas Hardy

"How Great My Grief" (Triolet)

How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
   Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
   Since first it was my fate to know thee?

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Song Of Hope

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!