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“Thomas Hardy OM (2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928) was an English novelist and poet. A Victorian realist in the tradition of George Eliot, he was influenced both in his novels and in his poetry by Romanticism, including the poetry of William Wordsworth. He was highly critical of much in Victorian society, especially on the declining status of rural people in Britain, such as those from his native South West England.” ~ Wikipedia:

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Great quote, inspired poem!




VERY interesting thought! He might be right. Thanks Bill!


Everyone is reacting to the thought of the day, Bill, but you are kind :-)


Thanks so much for that original bit of poetry, Lyricist.

And it seems this poem has spurred more than the usual amount of interest for a mere thought of the day. Thanks to all of you who took an interest!

It is a shame we will never know, nice quote. Thanks so much.


But I doubt that it would have. good to see you again friend. eddie


The power of verse is well illustrated by OJ Simpson's lawyer: "If the glove doesn't fit, you must acquit!"


I should of read this before I pruned the fenced, would of gave myself something to occupied my time, while out there.


Thanks Bill, that gave me a chuckle....!


Definitely something to think about....


A thought to consider, but..........
Thanks for a thought provoking quote.


@Lyricist, what an interesting poem. Thanks for sharing it with us.


Just for you, Bill, here is Galileo 's poem. God holds the newly created earth in His hand like a bocce ball and considers His dilemma:

This little sphere could leap into life,
could flower and fly in the flash of my will.
I could hurl it away like a lunatic's laugh,
headlong through time as a hound to the kill.

It might dance into measure, caught up by a star,
and spin out a song like a harp in a quest,
Or rip through the pattern of heaven a scar,
a cry, a shudder, a holocaust.

And I can't call it back -- that's not in the rules;
I give it to fate in the breath I unleash it.
A mother of heroes or hostage of fools,
I'm holding it now. Will I free it or crush it?


It is an interesting thought.

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