Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

201. The Comet At Valbury Or Yell'Ham 1/4/2003
202. The Contretemps 1/3/2003
203. The Convergence Of The Twain 12/31/2002
204. The Coquette, And After (Triolets) 1/4/2003
205. The Coronation 4/10/2010
206. The Curtains Now Are Drawn 4/10/2010
207. The Dame Of Athelhall 1/4/2003
208. The Dance At The Phoenix 12/31/2002
209. The Darkling Thrush 12/31/2002
210. The Dead Drummer 1/4/2003
211. The Dead Man Walking 1/3/2003
212. The Death Of Regret 4/10/2010
213. The Difference 4/10/2010
214. The Discovery 4/10/2010
215. The Dream-Follower 1/4/2003
216. The Elopement 4/10/2010
217. The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House 2/7/2015
218. The Farm Woman's Winter 1/3/2003
219. The Fire At Tranter Sweatley's 1/3/2003
220. The Garden Seat 4/10/2010
221. The Ghost Of The Past 1/3/2003
222. The Going 1/3/2003
223. The Going Of The Battery [wive's Lament November 2nd 1899] 4/10/2010
224. The Going Of The Battery Wives. (Lament) 1/1/2004
225. The Haunter 4/10/2010
226. The House Of Hospitalities 1/3/2003
227. The Impercipient 12/31/2002
228. The Inconsistent 1/4/2003
229. The Ivy-Wife 12/31/2002
230. The Jubilee Of A Magazine:(To The Editor) 4/10/2010
231. The King's Experiment 1/4/2003
232. The Lacking Sense Scene.--A Sad-Coloured Landscape, Waddon Vale 1/4/2003
233. The Last Chrysanthemum 1/4/2003
234. The Levelled Churchyard 1/4/2003
235. The Lost Pyx: A Mediaeval Legend 1/4/2003
236. The Maid Of Keinton Mandeville (A Tribute To Sir H. Bishop) 4/10/2010
237. The Man He Killed 12/31/2002
238. The Masked Face 1/3/2003
239. The Master And The Leaves 4/10/2010
240. The Milkmaid 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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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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