Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

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

This love puts all humanity from me;
I can but maledict her, pray her dead,
For giving love and getting love of thee—
Feeding a heart that else mine own had fed!

How much I love I know not, life not known,
Save as some unit I would add love by;
But this I know, my being is but thine own—
Fused from its separateness by ecstasy.

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