Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

221. I Said to Love. 1/1/2004
222. I said to Love 1/3/2003
223. I Rose Up As My Custom Is 4/10/2010
224. I Need Not Go 1/4/2003
225. I Look Into My Glass 12/31/2002
226. I have lived with Shades 1/3/2003
227. I Found Her Out There 4/10/2010
228. How She Went To Ireland 4/10/2010
229. His Visitor 4/10/2010
230. His Immortality 1/4/2003
231. Heredity 1/3/2003
232. Her Song 4/10/2010
233. Her Secret 4/10/2010
234. Her Reproach 1/4/2003
235. Her Late Husband (King's-Hintock, 182-.) 1/4/2003
236. Her Initials 1/3/2003
237. Her Initals 12/31/2002
238. Her Immortality 12/31/2002
239. Her Dilemma 12/31/2002
240. Her Death And After 12/31/2002

Tess's Lament

I

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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