Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

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 The Superseded 1/4/2003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

O sweet To-morrow! -
   After to-day
   There will away
This sense of sorrow.
Then let us borrow
Hope, for a gleaming
Soon will be streaming,
   Dimmed by no gray -
   No gray!

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