Below is a free essay on Without Ceremony By Thomas Hardy Analysis from Anti Essays, your source for free research papers, essays, and term paper examples. Without Ceremony In without ceremony Hardy is talking about the way Emma was before her death “It was your way, my dear.” The words that stand out here is “your way” this makes it personal and shows the strong relationship that Hardy and Emma had by showing that Hardy knew her ways. The other words that make this sentence more personal are “my dear”. This shows how Emma was highly considered in Hardy’s eyes and thought of her as a part of him through the word “my”. Hardy goes on and explains one of her ways “To vanish without a word when callers, friends, or kin had left”. This shows how the relationship was broken down after years of marriage. They only saw each other when they would be entertaining guests, after which she would disappear. Hardy goes on to say that most times he didn’t know where she had gone and she often disappeared quickly. Hardy’s use of enjambment in the first three lines in the second stanza can refer to how speedy Emma was to jump from one thing to the next without a thought to say goodbye to Hardy. Comparing this enjambment with the last two lines, that has punctuation at the end of them, could be how Hardy could never catch up with her “Before I had thought thereon, or noticed your trunks were down.” These lines could show that Hardy took one thing at a time while Emma almost took things in her stride. In the last stanza Hardy puts it as Emma’s final non-goodbye emphasised with the word “disappear”. He uses in alteration in the second line “For ever in that swift style” to show the quick movement of Emma going away again and for the final time. Hardy concludes the poem with almost annoyance at Emma, and the way she never seems to say goodbye “Your meaning seems to me just as it used to be: ‘Good-bye is not worth while!’”. As well as being annoyed with the way Emma is, in a way he almost seems to accept that that’s just her. Without Ceremony By Thomas Hardy It was your way, my dear, To be gone without a word When callers, friends, or kin Had left, and I hastened in To rejoin you, as I inferred. And when youd a mind to career Off anywhere - say to town - You were all on a sudden gone Before I had thought thereon, Or noticed your trunks were down. So, now that you disappear For ever in that swift style, Your meaning seems to me Just as it used to be: Good-bye is not worth while! Song From Heine I scanned her picture dreaming, Till each dear line and hue Was imaged, to my seeming, As if it lived anew. Her lips began to borrow Their former wondrous smile; Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow, Grew sparkling as erstwhile. Such tears as often ran not Ran then, my love, for thee; And O, believe I cannot That thou are lost to me! The Burghers THE sun had wheeled from Greys to Dammers Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I sought the High-street to the West. The level flare raked pane and pediment And my wrecked face, and shaped my nearing friend Like one of those the Furnace held unshent. Ive news concerning her, he said. Attend. They fly to-night at the late moons first gleam: Watch with thy steel: two righteous thrusts will end Her shameless visions and his passioned dream. Ill watch with thee, to testify thy wrong-- To aid, maybe--Law consecrates the scheme. I started, and we paced the flags along Till I replied: Since it has come to this Ill do it! But alone. I can be strong. Three hours past Curfew, when the Frooms mild hiss Reigned sole, undulled by whirr of merchandise, From Pummery-Tout to where the Gibbet is, I crossed my pleasaunce hard by Glydpath Rise, And stood beneath the wall. Eleven strokes went, And to the door they came, contrariwise, And met in clasp so close I had but bent My lifted blade upon them to have let Their two souls loose upon the firmament. But something held my arm. A moment yet As pray-time ere you wantons die! I said; And then they saw me. Swift her gaze was set With eye and cry of love illimited Upon her Heart-king. Never upon me Had she thrown look of love so thorough-sped!... At once she flung her faint form shieldingly On his, against the vengeance of my vows; The which oerruling, her shape shielded he. Blanked by such love, I stood as in a drowse, And the slow moon edged from the upland nigh, My sad thoughts moving thuswise: I may house And I may husband her, yet what am I But licensed tyrant to this bonded pair? Says Charity, Do as ye would be done by.... Hurling my iron to the bushes there, I bade them stay. And, as if brain and breast Were passive, they walked with me to the stair. Inside the house none watched; and on we prest Before a mirror, in whose gleam I read Her beauty, his,--and mine own mien unblest; Till at her room I turned. Madam, I said, Have you the wherewithal for this? Pray speak. Love fills no cupboard. Youll need daily bread. Weve nothing, sire, said she, and nothing seek. Twere base in me to rob my lord unware; Our hands will earn a pittance week by week. And next I saw shed piled her raiment rare Within the garde-robes, and her household purse, Her jewels, and least lace of personal wear; And stood in homespun. Now grown wholly hers, I handed her the gold, her jewells all, And him the choicest of her robes diverse. Ill take you to the doorway in the wall, And then adieu, I to them. Friends, withdraw. They did so; and she went--beyond recall. And as I paused beneath the arch I saw Their moonlit figures--slow, as in surprise-- Descend the slope, and vanish on the haw. Fool, some will say, I thought. But who is wise, Save God alone, to weigh my reasons why? --Hast thou struck home? came with the boughs night-sighs. It was my friend. I have struck well. They fly, But carry wounds that none can cicatrize. --Not mortal? said he. Lingering--worse, said I. THOMAS HARDY
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