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 Love (43 Poems)
I said to love (Thomas Hardy Poems)
I said to Love,'It is not now as in old daysWhen men adored thee and thy ways All else above;Named thee ...
Song From Heine (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I scanned her picture dreaming, Till each dear line and hue Was imaged, to my seeming, As if it lived ...
Rome: The Vatican-Sala Delle Muse. (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day, And it seemed to grow still, and the ...
The Inconsistent (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I say, "She was as good as fair," When standing by her mound; "Such passing sweetness," I declare, "No longer ...
The King’s Experiment (Thomas Hardy Poems)
It was a wet wan hour in spring, And Nature met King Doom beside a lane, Wherein Hodge trudged, all ...
The Lost Pyx: A Mediaeval Legend (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Some say the spot is banned; that the pillar Cross-and-Hand Attests to a deed of hell; But of else than ...
The Dame of Athelhall (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I "Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said, "In one brief hour? And away with thee from a loveless ...
Additions (Thomas Hardy Poem)
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
Her Reproach (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Con the dead page as 'twere live love: press on! Cold wisdom's words will ease thy track for thee; Aye, ...
At An Inn (Thomas Hardy Poem)
WHEN we as strangers sought Their catering care, Veiled smiles bespoke their thought Of what we were. They warmed as ...
Amabel (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I MARKED her ruined hues, Her custom-straitened views, And asked, "Can there indwell My Amabel?" I looked upon her gown, ...
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 - ...
The Supplanter: A Tale (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
“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 ...
Heiress And Architect (Thomas Hardy Poem)
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
A Spot (Thomas Hardy Poem)
In years defaced and lost, Two sat here, transport-tossed, Lit by a living love The wilted world knew nothing of: ...
To Lizbie Browne (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I Dear Lizbie Browne, Where are you now? In sun, in rain? - Or is your brow Past joy, past ...
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 ...
De Profundis (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
After Schiller (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Knight, a true sister-love This heart retains; Ask me no other love, That way lie pains! Calm must I view ...
The Burghers (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
The Contretemps (Thomas Hardy Poem)
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the ...
The Fire At Tranter Sweatley’s (Thomas Hardy Poems)
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
“I Said to Love” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I said to Love, "It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All ...
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 ...
To An Orphan Child (Thomas Hardy Poem)
A Whimsey AH, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's; Hers couldst thou wholly be, My light in thee ...
The Ivy-Wife (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech And be as high as he: I stretched an arm within his reach, ...
The Rambler (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I do not see the hills around, Nor mark the tints the copses wear; I do not note the grassy ...
The Well-Beloved (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I wayed by star and planet shine Towards the dear one's home At Kingsbere, there to make her mine When ...