Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

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