Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

Thomas Hardy Poems

1. The Choirmaster's Burial -new- 5/3/2016
2. Before Marching and After 8/31/2015
3. The Pity Of It 4/10/2010
4. The West-Of-Wessex Girl 4/10/2010
5. The Roman Gravemounds 4/10/2010
6. The Telegram 4/10/2010
7. The Respectable Burgher On "The Higher Criticism" 1/4/2003
8. New Year's Eve 12/10/2015
9. Tolerance 4/10/2010
10. The Re-Enactment 4/10/2010
11. The Satin Shoes 4/10/2010
12. The Wistful Lady 4/10/2010
13. The Problem 1/4/2003
14. Rain on a Grave 7/14/2015
15. The Sun On The Bookcase 4/10/2010
16. The Recalcitrants 4/10/2010
17. To Meet, Or Otherwise 4/10/2010
18. The Woman In The Rye 4/10/2010
19. The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House 2/7/2015
20. V.R. 1819-1901, A Reverie 1/4/2003
21. Welcome Home 4/10/2010
22. The Sacrilege: (A Ballad-Tragedy) 4/10/2010
23. The Slow Nature 12/31/2002
24. To A Sea-Cliff 3/16/2015
25. The Sleep-Worker 1/4/2003
26. The Spell Of The Rose 4/10/2010
27. Valenciennes 12/31/2002
28. The Supplanter: A Tale 1/4/2003
29. V.R. 1819-1901 (A Reverie.) 1/1/2004
30. The Stranger's Song 12/31/2002
31. The Rambler 1/3/2003
32. The Walk 4/10/2010
33. Thought Of Ph---A At News Of Her Death 12/31/2002
34. The Selfsame Song 1/3/2003
35. The Puzzled Game-Birds (Triolet) 1/4/2003
36. The Sergeant's Song 12/31/2002
37. The Widow 1/4/2003
38. To Outer Nature 12/31/2002
39. The Temporary The All 12/31/2002
40. The Two Soldiers 4/10/2010
Best Poem of Thomas Hardy

"I Said To Love"

I said to Love,
"It is not now as in old days
When men adored thee and thy ways
   All else above;
Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One
Who spread a heaven beneath the sun,"
   I said to Love.

   I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in judgment when,
   With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
   I said to him.

   I said to Love,
"Thou art not young, ...

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Tess's Lament

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I would that folk forgot me quite,
   Forgot me quite!
I would that I could shrink from sight,
   And no more see the sun.
Would it were time to say farewell,
To claim my nook, to need my knell,
Time for them all to stand and tell

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