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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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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