Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

241. Heiress And Architect 12/31/2002
242. He Never Expected Much 1/3/2003
243. Hap 12/31/2002
244. Had You Wept 4/10/2010
245. Going And Staying 4/10/2010
246. God's Funeral 12/31/2002
247. God-Forgotten 1/4/2003
248. George Meredith 1/3/2003
249. Genoa And The Mediterranean. 1/1/2004
250. Genoa And The Mediterranean (March, 1887) 1/4/2003
251. From: Men Who March Away 4/10/2010
252. From Victor Hugo 1/4/2003
253. Friends Beyond 12/31/2002
254. Fragment 1/3/2003
255. Faintheart In A Railway Train 4/10/2010
256. Exeunt Omnes 4/10/2010
257. Epitaph On A Pessimist 1/3/2003
258. Epeisodia 4/10/2010
259. Embarcation (Southampton Docks: October, 1899) 1/4/2003
260. Embarcation 1/3/2003
261. During Wind And Rain 12/31/2002
262. Drummer Hodge 1/3/2003
263. Doom And She 1/4/2003
264. Domicilium 1/3/2003
265. Ditty 12/31/2002
266. Departure. 1/1/2004
267. Departure (Southampton Docks: October, 1899) 1/4/2003
268. De Profundis 1/4/2003
269. Convergence Of The Twain 4/10/2010
270. Channel Firing 1/3/2003
271. Catullus: Xxxi 1/4/2003
272. Cardinal Bembo's Epitaph On Raphael 1/4/2003
273. By The Earth's Corpse 1/4/2003
274. Birds At Winter Nightfall (Triolet) 1/4/2003
275. Between Us Now 1/3/2003
276. Bereft, She Thinks She Dreams 4/10/2010
277. Before And After Summer 4/10/2010
278. Beeny Cliff 3/19/2003
279. Barthelemon At Vauxhall 4/10/2010
280. At The War Office, London. 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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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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