Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

1. "Between Us Now" 1/4/2003
2. "How Great My Grief" (Triolet) 1/4/2003
3. "I Have Lived With Shades" 1/4/2003
4. "I Said To Love" 1/4/2003
5. [greek Title] 1/4/2003
6. A Broken Appointment 1/3/2003
7. A Christmas Ghost Story. 1/1/2004
8. A Circular 4/10/2010
9. A Commonplace Day 1/4/2003
10. A Confession To A Friend In Trouble 12/31/2002
11. A Death-Day Recalled 4/10/2010
12. A Dream Or No 4/10/2010
13. A Jog-Trot Pair 4/10/2010
14. A King's Soliloquy [on The Night Of His Funeral] 4/10/2010
15. A Man (In Memory Of H. Of M.) 1/4/2003
16. A Meeting With Despair 12/31/2002
17. A Poet 4/10/2010
18. A Sign-Seeker 12/31/2002
19. A Spot 1/4/2003
20. A Thunderstorm In Town 1/3/2003
21. A Wasted Illness 1/4/2003
22. A Week 4/10/2010
23. A Wife In London (December, 1899) 1/4/2003
24. A Woman's Fancy 4/10/2010
25. According To The Mighty Working 4/10/2010
26. After A Journey 4/10/2010
27. After Schiller 1/4/2003
28. After The Visit 4/10/2010
29. Afterwards 1/3/2003
30. Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave? 12/31/2002
31. Amabel 12/31/2002
32. An Ancient To Ancients 1/3/2003
33. An August Midnight 1/4/2003
34. An Autumn Rain-Scene 1/3/2003
35. Aquae Sulis 4/10/2010
36. Architectural Masks 1/3/2003
37. At Day-Close In November 4/10/2010
38. At A Bridal 12/31/2002
39. At A Hasty Wedding 1/4/2003
40. At A House In Hampstead Sometime The Dwelling Of John Keats 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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The Dream-Follower

A dream of mine flew over the mead
   To the halls where my old Love reigns;
And it drew me on to follow its lead:
   And I stood at her window-panes;

And I saw but a thing of flesh and bone
   Speeding on to its cleft in the clay;
And my dream was scared, and expired on a moan,
   And I whitely hastened away.

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