Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

81. God-Forgotten 1/4/2003
82. God's Funeral 12/31/2002
83. Going And Staying 4/10/2010
84. Had You Wept 4/10/2010
85. Hap 12/31/2002
86. He Never Expected Much 1/3/2003
87. Heiress And Architect 12/31/2002
88. Her Death And After 12/31/2002
89. Her Dilemma 12/31/2002
90. Her Immortality 12/31/2002
91. Her Initals 12/31/2002
92. Her Initials 1/3/2003
93. Her Late Husband (King's-Hintock, 182-.) 1/4/2003
94. Her Reproach 1/4/2003
95. Her Secret 4/10/2010
96. Her Song 4/10/2010
97. Heredity 1/3/2003
98. His Immortality 1/4/2003
99. His Visitor 4/10/2010
100. How She Went To Ireland 4/10/2010
101. I Found Her Out There 4/10/2010
102. I Have Lived With Shades 1/3/2003
103. I Look Into My Glass 12/31/2002
104. I Need Not Go 1/4/2003
105. I Rose Up As My Custom Is 4/10/2010
106. I Said To Love 1/3/2003
107. I Said To Love. 1/1/2004
108. I Sometimes Think 4/10/2010
109. I Was Not He 4/10/2010
110. In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury 12/31/2002
111. In A Museum 1/3/2003
112. In A Wood 12/31/2002
113. In A Wook 12/31/2002
114. In Front Of The Landscape 4/10/2010
115. In Tenebris 1/13/2003
116. In The British Museum 4/10/2010
117. In The Days Of Crinoline 4/10/2010
118. In The Moonlight 1/3/2003
119. In The Old Theatre, Fiesole (April, 1887) 1/4/2003
120. In The Old Theatre, Fiesole. 1/1/2004
Best Poem of Thomas Hardy

Drummer Hodge

They throw in Drummer Hodge, to rest
Uncoffined -- just as found:
His landmark is a kopje-crest
That breaks the veldt around:
And foreign constellations west
Each night above his mound.

Young Hodge the drummer never knew --
Fresh from his Wessex home --
The meaning of the broad Karoo,
The Bush, the dusty loam,
And why uprose to nightly view
Strange stars amid the gloam.

Yet portion of that unknown plain
Will Hodge for ever be;
His homely Northern breast and brain
Grow to some Southern tree,
And strange-eyed constellations reign
His ...

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The Problem

Shall we conceal the Case, or tell it -
   We who believe the evidence?
   Here and there the watch-towers knell it
   With a sullen significance,
Heard of the few who hearken intently and carry an eagerly upstrained
sense.

   Hearts that are happiest hold not by it;
   Better we let, then, the old view reign;

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