Maxioms by Thomas Hardy
Christmas Eve Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. "Now they are all on their knees," An elder said as read more
Christmas Eve Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. "Now they are all on their knees," An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in herath side ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us there To doubt they were kneeling then. So fair a fancy few would weave In these years! yet, I feel If someone said on Christmas Eve, "Come; see the oxen kneel, In the lonely barton by yonder coomb Our childhood used to know," I should go with him in the gloom, Hoping it might be so.
The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
The sudden disappointment of a hope leaves a scar which the ultimate fulfillment of that hope never entirely removes.
War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.
War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading.
Fear is the mother of foresight.
Fear is the mother of foresight.
Man, without religion, is the creature of circumstances.
Man, without religion, is the creature of circumstances.
