Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

201. Lament 4/10/2010
202. Jezreel 4/10/2010
203. In Vision I Roamed 12/31/2002
204. In Time Of 'The Breaking Of Nations' 1/3/2003
205. In Time Of 1/1/2004
206. In The Vaulted Way 1/3/2003
207. In The Servants' Quarters 4/10/2010
208. In The Old Theatre, Fiesole. 1/1/2004
209. In The Old Theatre, Fiesole (April, 1887) 1/4/2003
210. In The Moonlight 1/3/2003
211. In The Days Of Crinoline 4/10/2010
212. In The British Museum 4/10/2010
213. In Tenebris 1/13/2003
214. In Front Of The Landscape 4/10/2010
215. In A Wook 12/31/2002
216. In A Wood 12/31/2002
217. In A Museum 1/3/2003
218. In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury 12/31/2002
219. I Was Not He 4/10/2010
220. I Sometimes Think 4/10/2010
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
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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