John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Thomas Hardy 1840-1928 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| When false things are brought low, And swift things have grown slow, Feigning like froth shall go, Faith be for aye. |
| Between us now. |
| 2 |
| Whence comes solace? Not from seeing, What is doing, suffering, being; Not from noting Life’s conditions, Not from heeding Time’s monitions; But in cleaving to the Dream And in gazing at the Gleam Whereby gray things golden seem. |
| On a fine Morning. |
| 3 |
| Why doth IT so and so, and ever so, This viewless, voiceless Turner of the Wheel? |
| The Dynasts. Fore Scene. Spirit of the Pities. |
| 4 |
| A local thing called Christianity. |
| The Dynasts. Spirit of the Years. Sc. 6. |
| 5 |
| Aggressive Fancy working spells Upon a mind o’erwrought. |
| The Dynasts. Act i. Sc. 6. Napoleon. |
| 6 |
| Ere systemed suns were globed and lit The slaughters of the race were writ. |
| The Dynasts. Act ii. Sc. 5. Semichorus. |
| 7 |
| My argument is that War makes rattling good history; but Peace is poor reading. |
| The Dynasts. Spirit sinister. |
| 8 |
| A nice unparticular man. |
| Far from the madding Crowd. |
| 9 |
| A little one-eyed blinking sort of place. |
| Tess of the D’Urbervilles. |
| 10 |
| Like the British Constitution, she owes her success in practice to her inconsistencies in principle. |
| The Hand of Ethelberta. |
| 11 |
| A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all. |
| The Hand of Ethelberta. |