The Return of the Native

by Thomas Hardy

for when other things sank blooding to sleep the heath appeared slowly to awake and listen.

Every night its Titanic form seemed to await something;

It was a spot which returned upon the memory of those who loved it with an aspect of peculiar and kindly congruity.

The qualifications which frequently invest the facade of a prison with far more dignity than is found in the facade of a palace double its size

for the storm was its lover, and the wind its friend.

A person on a heath in raiment of modern cut and colours has more or less an anomalous look.

We seem to want the oldest and simplest human clothing where the clothing of the earth is so primitive.

Those surfaces were neither so steep as to be destructible by weather, nor so flat as to be the victims of floods and deposits. With the exception of an aged highway,

It was the single atom of life that the scene contained, and it only served to render the general loneliness more evident.

He was not temporarily overlaid with the colour; it permeated him.

The old man knew the meaning of this. The traveller with the cart was a reddleman—a person whose vocation it was to supply farmers with redding for their sheep.

His eye, which glared so strangely through his stain, was in itself attractive—keen as that of a bird of prey, and blue as autumn mist. He

A certain well-to-do air about the man suggested that he was not poor for his degree.

To do things musingly, and by small degrees, seemed, indeed, to be a duty in the Egdon valleys at this transitional hour,

Such a perfect, delicate, and necessary finish did the figure give to the dark pile of hills that it seemed to be the only obvious justification of their outline.

and the figure above it amounted only to unity. Looking at this or that member of the group was not observing a complete thing, but a fraction of a thing.

these persons were boys and men of the neighbouring hamlets.

tumulus, which was known as Rainbarrow for many miles round.

the HILL (or burial mound) is known as Rainbarrow

They were the bonfires of other parishes and hamlets that were engaged in the same sort of commemoration.

All was unstable; quivering as leaves, evanescent as lightning. Shadowy eye-sockets, deep as those of a death's head, suddenly turned into pits of lustre:

Those whom Nature had depicted as merely quaint became grotesque, the grotesque became preternatural; for all was in extremity.

insane description of the towns people, almost like its revealing the peoples true forms

"Ah, now, you'd hardly believe it, but I don't care for gay weddings,"

"Wildeve is older than Tamsin Yeobright by a good-few summers. A pretty maid too she is. A young woman with a home must be a fool to tear her smock for a man like that."

"We'll give 'em a song, an' it please the Lord. What's the good of Thomasin's cousin Clym a-coming home after the deed's done? He should have come afore, if so be he wanted to stop it, and marry her himself."

The bonfire was by this time beginning to sink low, for the fuel had not been of that substantial sort which can support a blaze long.

"Not that a body of her age can want a fire much."

"She is very strange in her ways, living up there by herself, and such things please her,"

"She's a well-favoured maid enough," said Humphrey the furze-cutter, "especially when she's got one of her dandy gowns on."

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spark of fire. Ig hardy writes about a weird place in england where the dialect is dead, so opinions on words like these are few and far between. This is what I found, though.

"Don't ye talk o't no more," said Christian. "If he had a handkerchief over his head he'd look for all the world like the Devil in the picture of the Temptation." "Well, thank you for telling me," said the young reddleman, smiling faintly. "And good night t'ye all."

lmao???

Persons with any weight of character carry, like planets, their atmospheres along with them in their orbits;

"Mind you don't get lost. Egdon Heth is a bad place to get lost in,

'twould make 'ee quite nervous for fear I should die by my hand."

someone find this guy a therapist jfc

"I saw that, upon the whole, it would be better she should marry where she wished."

The man who had discovered that it could be tilled died of the labour;

Amerigo Vespucci,

and received the honours due to those who h...

The lips frequently parted, with a murmur of words.

madrigal—to

"Why didn't he bring you back?" "That was me!" again sobbed Thomasin. "When I found we could not be married I didn't like to come back with him, and I was very ill. Then I saw Diggory Venn, and was glad to get him to take me home. I cannot explain it any better, and you must be angry with me if you will." "I shall see about that," said Mrs. Yeobright;

"I think you are very much to blame," said Mrs. Yeobright. "It was quite my fault we chose Anglebury," Thomasin pleaded. "I proposed it because I was not known there."

I've not let Aunt know how much I suffered today; and it is so hard to command my face and voice, and to smile as if it were a slight thing to me; but I try to do so, that she may not be still more indignant with you. I know you could not help it, dear, whatever Aunt may think." "She is very unpleasant."

"Then he will be very unreasonable. In fact, you are all rather unreasonable."

this dude blows

Sappho and Mrs. Siddons

In respect of character a face may make certain admissions by its outline;

but it fully confesses only in its changes.

She threw away the stick, took the glass in her hand, the telescope under her arm, and moved on.

Eustacia Vye was the raw material of a divinity.

On Olympus

She had the passions and instincts which make ...