The pocket Thomas Hardy, selections from the Wessex novels and poems, made by A.H. Hyatt

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Página 2 - I LOOK INTO MY GLASS" I LOOK into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, " Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin ! " For then, I, undistrest By hearts grown cold to me. Could lonely wait my endless rest With equanimity. But Time, to make me grieve, Part steals, lets part abide ; And shakes this fragile frame at eve With throbbings of noontide.
Página 41 - Men have oftener suffered from the mockery of a place too smiling for their reason than from the oppression of surroundings oversadly tinged. Haggard Egdon appealed to a subtler and scarcer instinct, to a more recently learnt emotion, than that which responds to the sort of beauty called charming and fair.
Página 254 - We stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; — They had fallen from an ash, and were gray. Your eyes on me were as eyes that rove Over tedious riddles of years ago; And some words played between us to and fro On which lost the more by our love.
Página 108 - Eustacia Vye was the raw material of a divinity. On Olympus she would have done well with a little preparation. She had the passions and instincts which make a model goddess, that is, those which make not quite a model woman.
Página 11 - IF but some vengeful god would call to me 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, And why unblooms the best hope ever sown? — Crass Casualty obstructs the sun and rain, And dicing Time for...
Página 98 - WHEN Farmer Oak smiled, the corners of his mouth spread till they were within an unimportant distance of his ears, his eyes were reduced to chinks, and diverging wrinkles appeared round them, extending upon his countenance like the rays in a rudimentary sketch of the rising sun.
Página 111 - Her presence brought memories of such things as Bourbon roses, rubies, and tropical midnights ; her moods recalled lotus-eaters and the march in ' Athalie ' ; her motions, the ebb and flow of the sea ; her voice, the viola.
Página 66 - ... humpbacked, wood-turreted, and quaintly hipped, had been taken down, and either cracked up into heaps of roadmetal in the lane, or utilized as pig-sty walls, garden seats, guard-stones to fences, and rockeries in the flower-beds of the neighbourhood. In place of it a tall new building of modern Gothic design, unfamiliar to English eyes, had been erected on a new piece of ground by a certain obliterator of historic records who had run down from London and back in a day.
Página 260 - It was the first day of June, and the sheep-shearing season culminated, the landscape, even to the leanest pasture, being all health and colour. Every green was young, every pore was open, and every stalk was swollen with racing currents of juice. God was palpably present in the country, and the devil had gone with the world to town. Flossy catkins of the later kinds, fern-sprouts like bishops...
Página 47 - The sky was clear - remarkably clear and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse. The North Star was directly in the wind's eye, and since evening the Bear had swung round it outwardly to the east, till he was now at a right angle with the meridian. A difference of colour in the stars oftener read of than seen in England was really perceptible here. The...

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