Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy (1840 - 11 January 1928) was a novelist and poet, generally regarded as one of the greatest figures in English literature.

Born near Dorchester, Dorset[?], Hardy was the son of a stonemason and originally trained as an architect. He draws heavily on this background in his work. His first novel was begun in 1867, but he gave up prose fiction writing after Jude the Obscure (1895), having been heavily criticized for the novel's apparent anti-marriage stance. Other novels include:

Hardy's stories often take place in the fictional county of Wessex, modeled after Dorset.

From 1898, Hardy concentrated on poetry, continuing to publish collections right up until 1928. His last great work, The Dynasts[?], was an epic drama in verse, published between 1904 and 1908. Following the death of his first wife, Emma Gifford, in 1912, after 38 years of marriage, Hardy married Florence Dugdale, and their home at Max Gate in Dorset became a mecca for other writers, such as Siegfried Sassoon and T E Lawrence.

Hardy was active until a few days before his death, entertaining visitors in his usual lively way. His funeral, on 16 January at Westminster Abbey, was a controversial occasion. His family and friends had wished him to be buried at Stinsford[?], but his executor, Sir Sydney Carlyle Cockerell[?], had insisted he should be placed in Poets' Corner[?]. A compromise was reached, whereby his heart was buried at Stinsford and his ashes were interred in the abbey.

In part because of the influence of Philip Larkin, critical response to Hardy's poetry has gradually thawed, becoming increasingly positive.

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and take whatever is useful to you. NEOPTOLEMOS I would love to hold it, if that is no violation, for you alone have granted me and the sight of Oeta, my beloved land, You have taken me away from my enemies, Hold this bow, then give it back to me, a merit won by strength of character. for an act of kindness long ago. NEOPTOLEMOS I am glad I found you and became your friend. is a friend worth more than any possession. to have you alongside as its helper. CHORUS I have heard the story, although I did not see it myself, how Zeus caught him and chained him to a whirring fiery wheel. whom destiny treated with such enmity nor robbed, but lived justly, and who fell into evils he did not deserve. listening to the rushing waves pounding on the shore, when life brought him pain, and so many tears. He was crippled and had no one near him. answer his cries, that was devouring him. to staunch the bleeding, hideous sore He writhed and scrawled upon the hard ground, to wherever he might find relief nor the food that living men enjoy, and filled his stomach with what he took. he searched for puddles and drank from them instead. the son of a great man, who will himself be great, .

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