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

"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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