Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

1. The Re-Enactment 4/10/2010
2. The Recalcitrants 4/10/2010
3. The Respectable Burgher On "The Higher Criticism" 1/4/2003
4. The Roman Gravemounds 4/10/2010
5. The Sacrilege: (A Ballad-Tragedy) 4/10/2010
6. The Woman In The Rye 4/10/2010
7. The Widow 1/4/2003
8. V.R. 1819-1901 (A Reverie.) 1/1/2004
9. The Temporary The All 4/10/2010
10. The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House 2/7/2015
11. The West-Of-Wessex Girl 4/10/2010
12. The Pity Of It 4/10/2010
13. V.R. 1819-1901, A Reverie 1/4/2003
14. The Rambler 1/3/2003
15. Tolerance 4/10/2010
16. The Problem 1/4/2003
17. The Selfsame Song 1/3/2003
18. The Sergeant's Song 12/31/2002
19. The Puzzled Game-Birds (Triolet) 1/4/2003
20. The Sleep-Worker 1/4/2003
21. The Supplanter: A Tale 1/4/2003
22. To Meet, Or Otherwise 4/10/2010
23. The Sun On The Bookcase 4/10/2010
24. The Temporary The All 12/31/2002
25. The Telegram 4/10/2010
26. The Wistful Lady 4/10/2010
27. The Satin Shoes 4/10/2010
28. The Sun On The Bookcase 1/3/2003
29. Valenciennes 12/31/2002
30. To A Sea-Cliff 3/16/2015
31. The Two Soldiers 4/10/2010
32. Welcome Home 4/10/2010
33. To Flowers From Italy In Winter 1/4/2003
34. The Souls Of The Slain. 1/1/2004
35. Thought Of Ph---A At News Of Her Death 12/31/2002
36. We Are Getting To The End 4/10/2010
37. The Slow Nature 12/31/2002
38. The Sweet Hussy 4/10/2010
39. The Spell Of The Rose 4/10/2010
40. The Walk 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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To A Sea-Cliff

(Durlston Head)


Lend me an ear
While I read you here
A page from your history,
Old cliff—not known
To your solid stone,
Yet yours inseparably.

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