Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

41. At A Lunar Eclipse 1/4/2003
42. At An Inn 12/31/2002
43. At Castle Boterel 3/16/2003
44. At Lulworth Cove A Century Back 1/3/2003
45. At Moonrise And Onwards 4/10/2010
46. At The Railway Station, Upways 1/3/2003
47. At The War Office, London (Affixing The Lists Of Killed And Wounded: December, 1899) 1/4/2003
48. At The War Office, London. 1/1/2004
49. Barthelemon At Vauxhall 4/10/2010
50. Beeny Cliff 3/19/2003
51. Before And After Summer 4/10/2010
52. Before Marching and After 8/31/2015
53. Bereft, She Thinks She Dreams 4/10/2010
54. Between Us Now 1/3/2003
55. Birds At Winter Nightfall (Triolet) 1/4/2003
56. By The Earth's Corpse 1/4/2003
57. Cardinal Bembo's Epitaph On Raphael 1/4/2003
58. Catullus: Xxxi 1/4/2003
59. Channel Firing 1/3/2003
60. Convergence Of The Twain 4/10/2010
61. De Profundis 1/4/2003
62. Departure (Southampton Docks: October, 1899) 1/4/2003
63. Departure. 1/1/2004
64. Ditty 12/31/2002
65. Domicilium 1/3/2003
66. Doom And She 1/4/2003
67. Drummer Hodge 1/3/2003
68. During Wind And Rain 12/31/2002
69. Embarcation 1/3/2003
70. Embarcation (Southampton Docks: October, 1899) 1/4/2003
71. Epeisodia 4/10/2010
72. Epitaph On A Pessimist 1/3/2003
73. Exeunt Omnes 4/10/2010
74. Faintheart In A Railway Train 4/10/2010
75. Fragment 1/3/2003
76. Friends Beyond 12/31/2002
77. From Victor Hugo 1/4/2003
78. From: Men Who March Away 4/10/2010
79. Genoa And The Mediterranean. 1/1/2004
80. George Meredith 1/3/2003
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 Choirmaster's Burial

He often would ask us
That, when he died,
After playing so many
To their last rest,
If out of us any
Should here abide,
And it would not task us,
We would with our lutes
Play over him

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