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Há 5 dias · Hardy's House, Max Gate, an austere but sophisticated town house a short walk from the town centre of Dorchester, was the home of Dorset's most famous author and poet Thomas Hardy. Hardy, who designed the house in 1885, wanted to show that he was part of the wealthy middle classes of the area, to reflect his position as a successful writer, and to enable him to enter polite society.
Há 4 dias · The fiddler knows what's brewing. To the lilt of his lyric wiles: The fiddler knows what rueing. Will come of this night 's smiles! He sees couples join them for dancing, And afterwards joining for life, He sees them pay high for their prancing. By a welter of wedded strife. He twangs: " Music hails from the devil,
Há 3 dias · He Never Expected Much. Much as you said you were. That life would all be fair. Till they dropped underground. You said to minds like mine. Wise warning for your credit's sake! As each year might assign. Well, World, you have kept faith with me, Kept faith with me; Upon the whole you have proved to be Much as you said you were. Since as a child ...
Há 3 dias · At night when reddest flowers are black. Those who once sat thereon come back; Quite a row of them sitting there, Quite a row of them sitting there. With them the seat does not break down, Nor winter freeze them, nor floods drown, For they are as light as upper air, They are as light as upper air! Thomas Hardy.
Há 3 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.
Há 3 dias · Best Times. We went a day's excursion to the stream, Basked by the bank, and bent to the ripple-gleam, And I did not know. That life would show, However it might flower, no finer glow. I walked in the Sunday sunshine by the road. That wound towards the wicket of your abode, And I did not think.
Há 4 dias · Sir Nameless, once of Athelhall, declared: "These wretched children romping in my park. Trample the herbage till the soil is bared, And yap and yell from early morn till dark! Go keep them harnessed to their set routines: Thank God I've none to hasten my decay; For green remembrance there are better means. Than offspring, who but wish their ...
