103 ordspråk av Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy
Thomas Hardy föddes den
2 juni 1840 och dog den 11 januari
1928 - who set much of his work in Wessex, an imaginary county in southwestern England.
Mer info via Google eller Bing. 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.
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Well: what we gain by science is, after all, sadness, as the Preacher saith. The more we know of the laws and nature of the Universe the more ghastly a business we perceive it all to be - and the non-necessity of it.
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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?
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When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, / And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, / Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say, / `He was a man who used to notice such things'?
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Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, / The floors are shrunken, cobwebs hang.
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Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, / The floors are shrunken, cobwebs hang.
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Who's in the next room? - who? / I seemed to see / Somebody in the dawning passing through,/ Unknown to me.
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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.
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Yet, though love is thus an end in itself, it must be believed to be the means to another end if it is to assume the rosy hues of an unalloyed pleasure.
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Yonder a maid and her wight / Come whispering by: / War's annals will cloud into night/ Ere their story die.
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You can do anything with bayonets except sit on them.
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You was a good man, and did good things.
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You, and those like you, take your fill of pleasure on earth by making the life of such as me bitter and black with sorrow; and then it is a fine thing, when you have had enough of that, to think of securing your pleasure in heaven by becoming converted!
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