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Thomas Hardy Quotes

«A man's silence is wonderful to listen to.»
«And meadow rivulets overflow, And drops on gate-bars hang in a row, And rooks in families homeward go, And so do I»
«Dialect words those terrible marks of the beast to the truly genteel»
«War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading»
Author: Thomas Hardy (Novelist, Poet) | About: History | Keywords: rattling
«'What do you think of it, Moon, As you go? Is life much or no?' 'O, I think of it, often think of it As a show God ought surely to shut up soon, As I go»
«This is the weather the cuckoo likes / And so do I.»
Author: Thomas Hardy (Novelist, Poet) | Keywords: cuckoos
«The long, laborious road, dry, empty, and white. It was quite open to the heath on each side, and bisected that vast dark surface like the parting-line on a head of black hair, diminishing and bending away on the furthest horizon.»
«Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You'd treat if met where any bar is, Or help to half-a-crown.»
Author: Thomas Hardy (Novelist, Poet) | Keywords: half crown
«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?»
«Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain, / And dicing Time for gladness casts a moan . . ./ These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown / Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.»

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