Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

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