Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

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

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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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