Thomas Hardy

if you could only half know how I loved him—how anxious I was to have him—and how wrung I was between caring so much for him and my wish to be fair to him!"

You were her first love?"

"Of course."

IV

And they bore to the bluff, and alighted—
A dim-discerned train
Of sprites without mould,
Frameless souls none might touch or might hold—
On the ledge by the turreted lantern, farsighted
By men of the main.

strength and bustle build up a firm. But judgment and knowledge are what keep it established.

I’ll make her my wife, or upon my soul I shall be good for nothing!