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A PAIR OF BLUE EYES by Thomas Hardy ‘A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent, sweet not lasting, The perf…
‘A fair vestal, throned in the west’ Elfride Swancourt was a girl whose emotions lay very near the surface. Their nature more precisely, and as modified by the creeping hours of time, was known only…
‘Twas on the evening of a wi nter’s day.’ When two or three additional hours had merged the same afternoon in evening, some moving outlines might have been observed against the sky on the summit of …
‘Melodious birds sing madrigals’ That first repast in Endelstow Vicarage was a very agreeable one to young Stephen Smith. The table was spread, as Elfride had suggested to her father, with the mater…
‘Where heaves the turf in many a mould’ring heap.’ For reasons of his own, Stephen Smith was stirring a short time after dawn the next morning. From the window of his room he could see, first, two b…
‘Bosom’d high in tufted trees.’ It was breakfast time. As seen from the vicarage dining-room, which took a warm tone of light from the fire, the weather and scene outside seemed to have stereotyped…
‘Fare thee weel awhile!’ Simultaneously with the conclusion of Stephen’s remark, the sound of the closing of an external door in their immediate neighbourhood reached Elfride’s ears. It came from th…
‘No more of me you knew, my love!’ Stephen Smith revisited Endelstow Vicarage, agreeably to his promise. He had a genuine artistic reason for coming, though no such reason seemed to be required. Six…
‘Allen-a-Dale is no baron or lord.’ The mists were creeping out of pools and swamps for their pilgrimages of the night when Stephen came up to the front door of the vicarage. Elfride was standing on…
‘Her father did fume’ Oppressed, in spite of themselves, by a foresight of impending complications, Elfride and Stephen returned down the hill hand in hand. At the door they paused wistfully, like c…
