Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

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 The Superseded 1/4/2003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