I have lived with shades (Thomas Hardy Poems)
II have lived with shades so long,And talked to them so oft,Since forth from cot and croftI went mankind among, That ...
Thomas Hardy Poems on Hope (20 Poems)
Middle-Age Enthusiasms (Thomas Hardy Poem)
To M. H. WE passed where flag and flower Signalled a jocund throng; We said: "Go to, the hour Is ...
The Alarm (Thomas Hardy Poem)
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
Her Late Husband (King’s-Hintock, 182-.) (Thomas Hardy Poems)
"No--not where I shall make my own; But dig his grave just by The woman's with the initialed stone - ...
“I Have Lived With Shades” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I I have lived with shades so long, And talked to them so oft, Since forth from cot and croft ...
The Two Men (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
The Coquette, and After (Triolets) (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I For long the cruel wish I knew That your free heart should ache for me While mine should bear ...
Song of the Soldier’s Wifes. (Thomas Hardy Poems)
I At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at ...
An Ancient To Ancients (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
Domicilium (Thomas Hardy Poem)
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
Song of Hope (Thomas Hardy Poem)
O sweet To-morrow! - After to-day There will away This sense of sorrow. Then let us borrow Hope, for a ...
Her Death And After (Thomas Hardy Poem)
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
The Cave Of The Unborn (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I rose at night and visited The Cave of the Unborn, And crowding shapes surrounded me For tidings of the ...
To An Unborn Pauper Child (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently, And though thy birth-hour beckons thee, Sleep the long sleep: The Doomsters heap Travails ...
At Castle Boterel (Thomas Hardy Poem)
As I drive to the junction of lane and highway, And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette, I look behind at ...
The Choirmaster’s Burial (Thomas Hardy Poems)
He often would ask us That, when he died, After playing so many To their last rest, If out of ...
God’s Funeral (Thomas Hardy Poems)
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
The Going (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Why did you give no hint that night That quickly after the morrow's dawn, And calmly, as if indifferent quite, ...
The Oxen (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock. "Now they are all on their knees," An elder said as we sat ...
The Darkling Thrush (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...