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17 de mai. de 2024 · Peter John Cooper presents a more understanding view of Emma, Hardy's first wife, imprisoned by society, circumstance and self-view within the high walls of the garden at Max Gate, the house that Thomas built for them both and which may have come to represent everything that was wrong with her life. The unhappy relationship between Emma and ...
Há 5 dias · The Two Houses. "I have marked your rise, O smart newcomer here." Loose casements, wormy beams, and doors that jam. And water -pipes thread all my chambers through. Your face wears furrows untold." The Presences from aforetime that I hold. A new house has no sense of the have-beens.
15 de mai. de 2024 · Thomas Hardy. Thomas Hardy, c. 1890. Tess of the d’Urbervilles, novel by Thomas Hardy, first published serially in bowdlerized form in the Graphic (July—December 1891) and in its entirety in book form (three volumes) the same year. It was subtitled A Pure Woman Faithfully Presented because Hardy felt that its heroine was a virtuous victim ...
16 de mai. de 2024 · GreatBooksofth2: “He was moderately truthful towards men, but to women lied like a Cretan-a system of ethics above all others calculated to win popularity at the first flush of admission into lively society.”. ― Thomas Hardy, Far From the Madding Crowd. welfordwrites: A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.
Há 6 dias · Ah, that there should have come a change! O the doom by someone spoken -. Who shall unseal the years, the years! O the doom that gave no token, When nothing of bale saw we: O the doom by someone spoken, O the heart by someone broken, The heart whose sweet reverberances are all time leaves to me. Jan.-Feb. 1913.
Há 2 dias · From up the sky, and laugh: “Thou suffering thing, Know that thy sorrow is my ecstasy, that thy love 's loss is my hate 's profiting!”. Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die, Steeled by the sense of ire unmerited; Half-eased in that a Powerfuller than I. Had willed and meted me the tears I shed. But not so. How arrives it joy lies slain,
Há 5 dias · The sparrow dips in his wheel-rut bath, The sun grows passionate-eyed, And boils the dew to smoke by the paddock-path; As strenuously we stride, - Five of us; dark He, fair He, dark She, fair She,
