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Thomas   Hardy   (1840-1928)   is   unique.      He   is   known   today   as   a   poet   and   novelist,   as   well   as   the   writer   of   a   number of short stories.  However he started his career as an architect.   His   novels   and   poems   are   now   known   and   loved   throughout   the   world,   yet   he   was   born,   grew   up   and   lived   most of his long life in a provincial backwater - Dorset! When   he   died,   he   was   known   for   his   fatalistic   views   of   life   and   for   being   an   agnostic;   and   yet   Hardy   was   quoted   as   saying   that he had once wanted to be a clergyman. He   longed   to   be   educated   at   one   of   the   great   universities;   although   failing   his   ambition   he   is   now   one   of   the   world's   most   studied authors His   blend   of   nostalgic   longing   for   a   simpler   past,   together   with   a   "modern"   philosophical   view   of   the   world,   gives   us   unique insights into the human condition.  And   his   sheer   longevity   in   terms   of   creative   output   is   amazing   in   itself.      He   managed   in   all   more   than   70   years   of   writing   novels, short stories, poems and the occasional theatrical exploit.  And he was published for more than 50 of those years.  Bere   Regis   features   in   several   of   Hardys   novels   and   he   renamed   the   village,   Kingsbere   for   this   purpose.   I   have   outlined   the novels it appears in below... Tess of the D'Urbervilles (1891) The   D'Urberville   family   was   based   on   the   real   life   Bere   Regis   Turberville   Family.   One   of   the   main   scenes   in   the   book centres   around   Tess   visiting   the   D'Urberville   family   Tomb   in   Kingsbere   Church   -   St.   John   the   Baptist   Church   in   our village. (click photo below  to enlarge) "Not   so   very   far   to   the   left   of   her   she   [Tess]   could   discern   a   dark   patch   in   the   scenery,   which   inquiry   confirmed   her   in supposing   to   be   trees   marking   the   environs   of   Kingsbere   --   in   the   church   of   which   parish   the   bones   of   her ancestors -- her useless ancestors -- lay entombed." Click this image  to read the full text & plot summary. Far from the Madding Crowd (1874) Some   of   the   Characters   travel   through   Bere   Regis   driving   their   sheep   to   new   pastures.   Though   I'd   like   to think the village has improved in appearance since then! (click photo to enlarge) "...   Gabriel,   in   addition   to   Boldwood's   shepherd   and   Cain   Ball,   accompanied   them   [Bathsheba's   and   Farmer   Boldwood's   flocks   of sheep]   along   the   way,   through   the   decayed   old   town   of   Kingsbere,   and   upward   to   the   plateau,   --   old   George   the   dog   of   course behind them." The Well-Beloved (1897) This Poem involves a man travelling to meet his Bride in Kingsbere... I wayed by star and planet shine    Towards the dear one's home At Kingsbere, there to make her mine    When the next sun upclomb. I edged the ancient hill and wood    Beside the Ikling Way, Nigh where the Pagan temple stood    In the world's earlier day. And as I quick and quicker walked    On gravel and on green, I sang to sky, and tree, or talked    Of her I called my queen. "O faultless is her dainty form,    And luminous her mind; She is the God-created norm    Of perfect womankind!" A shape whereon one star-blink gleamed    Glode softly by my side, A woman's; and her motion seemed    The motion of my bride. And yet methought she'd drawn erstwhile    Adown the ancient leaze, Where once were pile and peristyle    For men's idolatries. "O maiden lithe and lone, what may    Thy name and lineage be, Who so resemblest by this ray    My darling?--Art thou she?" The Shape: "Thy bride remains within    Her father's grange and grove." "Thou speakest rightly," I broke in,    "Thou art not she I love." "Nay: though thy bride remains inside    Her father's walls," said she, "The one most dear is with thee here,    For thou dost love but me." Then I: "But she, my only choice,    Is now at Kingsbere Grove?" Again her soft mysterious voice:    "I am thy only Love." Thus still she vouched, and still I said,    "O sprite, that cannot be!" . . . It was as if my bosom bled,    So much she troubled me. The sprite resumed: "Thou hast transferred    To her dull form awhile My beauty, fame, and deed, and word,    My gestures and my smile. "O fatuous man, this truth infer,    Brides are not what they seem; Thou lovest what thou dreamest her;    I am thy very dream!" "O then," I answered miserably,    Speaking as scarce I knew, "My loved one, I must wed with thee    If what thou say'st be true!" She, proudly, thinning in the gloom:    "Though, since troth-plight began, I've ever stood as bride to groom,    I wed no mortal man!" Thereat she vanished by the Cross    That, entering Kingsbere town, The two long lanes form, near the fosse    Below the faneless Down. When I arrived and met my bride,    Her look was pinched and thin, As if her soul had shrunk and died,    And left a waste within. To find out more about Thomas Hardy & his work, have a look at the Thomas Hardy Society Website  
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Thomas    Hardy    (1840-1928)    is    unique.        He    is known   today   as   a   poet   and   novelist,   as   well   as the    writer    of    a    number    of    short    stories.      However he started his career as an architect.   His   novels   and   poems   are   now   known   and   loved   throughout the   world,   yet   he   was   born,   grew   up   and   lived   most   of   his long life in a provincial backwater - Dorset! When   he   died,   he   was   known   for   his   fatalistic   views   of   life and   for   being   an   agnostic;   and   yet   Hardy   was   quoted   as saying that he had once wanted to be a clergyman. He   longed   to   be   educated   at   one   of   the   great   universities; although   failing   his   ambition   he   is   now   one   of   the   world's most studied authors His   blend   of   nostalgic   longing   for   a   simpler   past,   together   with a   "modern"   philosophical   view   of   the   world,   gives   us   unique insights into the human condition.  And   his   sheer   longevity   in   terms   of   creative   output   is   amazing in   itself.      He   managed   in   all   more   than   70   years   of   writing novels,   short   stories,   poems   and   the   occasional   theatrical exploit.      And   he   was   published   for   more   than   50   of   those years.  Bere    Regis    features    in    several    of    Hardys    novels    and    he renamed    the    village,    Kingsbere    for    this    purpose.    I    have outlined the novels it appears in below... Tess of the D'Urbervilles (1891) The   D'Urberville   family   was   based   on   the   real   life   Bere   Regis Turberville   Family.   One   of   the   main   scenes   in   the book   centres   around   Tess   visiting   the   D'Urberville family   Tomb   in   Kingsbere   Church   -   St.   John   the Baptist   Church   in   our   village.   (click   photo   below      to enlarge) "Not   so   very   far   to   the   left   of   her   she   [Tess] could   discern   a   dark   patch   in   the   scenery,   which inquiry    confirmed    her    in    supposing    to    be trees   marking   the   environs   of   Kingsbere   --   in the    church    of    which    parish    the    bones    of    her ancestors     --     her     useless     ancestors     --     lay entombed." Click this image  to read the full text & plot summary. Far from the Madding Crowd (1874) Some   of   the   Characters   travel   through   Bere   Regis   driving their   sheep   to   new   pastures. Though   I'd like      to      think      the      village      has improved     in     appearance     since then! (click photo to enlarge) "...   Gabriel,   in   addition   to   Boldwood's   shepherd   and   Cain   Ball, accompanied    them    [Bathsheba's    and    Farmer    Boldwood's flocks   of   sheep]   along   the   way,   through   the   decayed   old   town of   Kingsbere,   and   upward   to   the   plateau,   --   old   George   the dog of course behind them." The Well-Beloved (1897) This Poem involves a man travelling to meet his Bride in Kingsbere... I wayed by star and planet shine    Towards the dear one's home At Kingsbere, there to make her mine    When the next sun upclomb. I edged the ancient hill and wood    Beside the Ikling Way, Nigh where the Pagan temple stood    In the world's earlier day. And as I quick and quicker walked    On gravel and on green, I sang to sky, and tree, or talked    Of her I called my queen. "O faultless is her dainty form,    And luminous her mind; She is the God-created norm    Of perfect womankind!" A shape whereon one star-blink gleamed    Glode softly by my side, A woman's; and her motion seemed    The motion of my bride. And yet methought she'd drawn erstwhile    Adown the ancient leaze, Where once were pile and peristyle    For men's idolatries. "O maiden lithe and lone, what may    Thy name and lineage be, Who so resemblest by this ray    My darling?--Art thou she?" The Shape: "Thy bride remains within    Her father's grange and grove." "Thou speakest rightly," I broke in,    "Thou art not she I love." "Nay: though thy bride remains inside    Her father's walls," said she, "The one most dear is with thee here,    For thou dost love but me." Then I: "But she, my only choice,    Is now at Kingsbere Grove?" Again her soft mysterious voice:    "I am thy only Love." Thus still she vouched, and still I said,    "O sprite, that cannot be!" . . . It was as if my bosom bled,    So much she troubled me. The sprite resumed: "Thou hast transferred    To her dull form awhile My beauty, fame, and deed, and word,    My gestures and my smile. "O fatuous man, this truth infer,    Brides are not what they seem; Thou lovest what thou dreamest her;    I am thy very dream!" "O then," I answered miserably,    Speaking as scarce I knew, "My loved one, I must wed with thee    If what thou say'st be true!" She, proudly, thinning in the gloom:    "Though, since troth-plight began, I've ever stood as bride to groom,    I wed no mortal man!" Thereat she vanished by the Cross    That, entering Kingsbere town, The two long lanes form, near the fosse    Below the faneless Down. When I arrived and met my bride,    Her look was pinched and thin, As if her soul had shrunk and died,    And left a waste within. To   find   out   more   about   Thomas   Hardy   &   his   work,   have   a look at the Thomas Hardy Society Website  
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© 2003, Bere Regis Village Website.