Far From the Madding Crowd
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Rushy Pond, Egdon Heath

“The untameable, Ishmaelitish thing that Egdon now was it had always been. Civilization was its enemy: and ever since the beginning of vegetation its soil had worn the same antique brown dress, the natural and invariable garment of the particular formation. . . . The great inviolate place had an ancient permanence which the sea cannot claim.” Thomas Hardy, Return of the Native

Winterborne Came

‘Far from the madding crowd’s ignoble strife
Their sober wishes never learn’d to stray;
Along the cool sequester’d vale of life
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.’

Thomas Gray, ‘Elegy Written in a Country Chuchyard’ (1751)

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