Thomas Hardy

would probably gain less good by her precepts than harm by her example.

useless ancestors—lay entombed.

her more perfect beauty accorded with her less elevated mood; her more intense mood with her less perfect beauty.

had not finished growing,

"Life in general?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ah—so have I, very often. This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don't you think so?"

"Why, that it may be used for the honour and glory of man, father."

our souls can be made to go outside our bodies when we are alive."

fresh and virginal daughter of Nature

the ache of modernism.

My soul chooseth strangling and death rather than my life. I loathe it; I would not live alway."