Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

281. The Temporary The All 4/10/2010
282. The Temporary The All 12/31/2002
283. The Tenant-For-Life 1/4/2003
284. The To-Be-Forgotten 1/3/2003
285. The Tree: An Old Man's Story 1/4/2003
286. The Two Men 12/31/2002
287. The Two Soldiers 4/10/2010
288. The Voice 4/10/2010
289. The Voice 1/3/2003
290. The Walk 4/10/2010
291. The Well-Beloved 1/4/2003
292. The West-Of-Wessex Girl 4/10/2010
293. The Widow 1/4/2003
294. The Wistful Lady 4/10/2010
295. The Woman In The Rye 4/10/2010
296. The Workbox 4/10/2010
297. The Year's Awakening 1/3/2003
298. Then And Now 1/3/2003
299. Thought Of Ph---A At News Of Her Death 12/31/2002
300. Thoughts Of Phena 1/3/2003
301. To A Lady 12/31/2002
302. To A Sea-Cliff 3/16/2015
303. To An Orphan Child 12/31/2002
304. To An Unborn Pauper Child 1/3/2003
305. To Flowers From Italy In Winter 1/4/2003
306. To Life 1/4/2003
307. To Lizbie Browne 1/4/2003
308. To Meet, Or Otherwise 4/10/2010
309. To Outer Nature 12/31/2002
310. Tolerance 4/10/2010
311. Transformations 1/1/2004
312. Under The Waterfall 1/3/2003
313. Unknowing 12/31/2002
314. V.R. 1819-1901 (A Reverie.) 1/1/2004
315. V.R. 1819-1901, A Reverie 1/4/2003
316. Valenciennes 12/31/2002
317. We Are Getting To The End 4/10/2010
318. Weathers 1/3/2003
319. Welcome Home 4/10/2010
320. When I Set Out For Lyonnesse 1/3/2003
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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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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