Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

241. The Missed Train 4/10/2010
242. The Moon Looks In 4/10/2010
243. The Mother Mourns 1/1/2004
244. The Moth-Signal (On Egdon Heath) 4/10/2010
245. The Newcomer's Wife 4/10/2010
246. The Night Of Trafalgar 4/10/2010
247. The Obliterate Tomb 4/10/2010
248. The Oxen 12/31/2002
249. The Peasent's Confession 12/31/2002
250. The Phantom Horsewoman. 1/1/2004
251. The Pity Of It 4/10/2010
252. The Pity Of It 1/3/2003
253. The Problem 1/4/2003
254. The Puzzled Game-Birds (Triolet) 1/4/2003
255. The Rambler 1/3/2003
256. The Recalcitrants 4/10/2010
257. The Re-Enactment 4/10/2010
258. The Respectable Burgher On "The Higher Criticism" 1/4/2003
259. The Roman Gravemounds 4/10/2010
260. The Roman Road 1/3/2003
261. The Ruined Maid 1/3/2003
262. The Sacrilege: (A Ballad-Tragedy) 4/10/2010
263. The Satin Shoes 4/10/2010
264. The Seasons Of Her Year 1/4/2003
265. The Selfsame Song 1/3/2003
266. The Self-Unseeing 1/3/2003
267. The Sergeant's Song 12/31/2002
268. The Shadow On The Stone 4/10/2010
269. The Sick God 1/4/2003
270. The Sleep-Worker 1/4/2003
271. The Slow Nature 12/31/2002
272. The Souls Of The Slain. 1/1/2004
273. The Spell Of The Rose 4/10/2010
274. The Stranger's Song 12/31/2002
275. The Subalterns 1/3/2003
276. The Sun On The Bookcase 4/10/2010
277. The Sun On The Bookcase 1/3/2003
278. The Superseded 1/4/2003
279. The Supplanter: A Tale 1/4/2003
280. The Sweet Hussy 4/10/2010
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

I

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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