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Thomas Hardy - Wikipedia Thomas Hardy was born on 2 June 1840 in Higher Bockhampton (then Upper Bockhampton), a hamlet in the parish of Stinsford to the east of Dorchester in Dorset, England.

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Far from the Madding Crowd (boek) - Wikipedia Far from the Madding Crowd is een roman uit 1874 van de Engelse schrijver Thomas Hardy. Het was zijn vierde roman en het werk wordt algemeen beschouwd als zijn beste.

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Happiness - Motivating Quotes 'There is only one success - to spend your life in your own way.' - Christopher Morley 'I am still determined to be cheerful and happy, in whatever situation I may be.

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Modigliani (2004) - Rotten Tomatoes Set in Paris in 1919, biopic centers on the life of late Italian artist Amedeo Modigliani, focusing on his last days as well as his rivalry with Pablo Picasso.

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Wessex Tales - Wikipedia Wessex Tales is an 1888 collection of tales written by English novelist and poet Thomas Hardy, many of which are set before Hardy's birth in 1840.