Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

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

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I would that folk forgot me quite,
   Forgot me quite!
I would that I could shrink from sight,
   And no more see the sun.
Would it were time to say farewell,
To claim my nook, to need my knell,
Time for them all to stand and tell

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