Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

1. Before Marching and After 8/31/2015
2. The Choirmaster's Burial 5/3/2016
3. The West-Of-Wessex Girl 4/10/2010
4. The Pity Of It 4/10/2010
5. New Year's Eve 12/10/2015
6. The Roman Gravemounds 4/10/2010
7. The Telegram 4/10/2010
8. The Respectable Burgher On "The Higher Criticism" 1/4/2003
9. At the Entering of the New Year 12/28/2016
10. The Re-Enactment 4/10/2010
11. The Wistful Lady 4/10/2010
12. The Sun On The Bookcase 4/10/2010
13. The Recalcitrants 4/10/2010
14. To Meet, Or Otherwise 4/10/2010
15. Rain on a Grave 7/14/2015
16. The Spell Of The Rose 4/10/2010
17. The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House 2/7/2015
18. To A Sea-Cliff 3/16/2015
19. V.R. 1819-1901, A Reverie 1/4/2003
20. The Sacrilege: (A Ballad-Tragedy) 4/10/2010
21. The Supplanter: A Tale 1/4/2003
22. Welcome Home 4/10/2010
23. The Two Soldiers 4/10/2010
24. The Rambler 1/3/2003
25. The Woman In The Rye 4/10/2010
26. The Walk 4/10/2010
27. The Problem 1/4/2003
28. Thought Of Ph---A At News Of Her Death 12/31/2002
29. The Selfsame Song 1/3/2003
30. The Sergeant's Song 12/31/2002
31. Valenciennes 12/31/2002
32. V.R. 1819-1901 (A Reverie.) 1/1/2004
33. Tolerance 4/10/2010
34. The Stranger's Song 12/31/2002
35. The Satin Shoes 4/10/2010
36. The Slow Nature 12/31/2002
37. The Temporary The All 12/31/2002
38. We Are Getting To The End 4/10/2010
39. The Sun On The Bookcase 1/3/2003
40. 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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