A Dream Or No (Thomas Hardy Poems)
Why go to Saint-Juliot? What's Juliot to me?I've been but made fancyBy some necromancyThat much of my life claims the ...
Thomas Hardy Poems on Night (28 Poems)
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 ...
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 ...
Valenciennes (Thomas Hardy Poem)
By Corporal Tullidge. See "The Trumpet-Major" In Memory of S. C. (Pensioner). Died 184- WE trenched, we trumpeted and drummed, ...
San Sebastian (Thomas Hardy Poem)
And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brought you a daughter dear. "I watched her to-day; a more ...
Leipzig (Thomas Hardy Poem)
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
In Vision I Roamed (Thomas Hardy Poem)
IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament, So fierce in blazon that the Night waxed wan, As though with an ...
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 ...
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 - ...
Doom and She (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I There dwells a mighty pair - Slow, statuesque, intense - Amid the vague Immense: None can their chronicle declare, ...
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 Souls of the Slain (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
The Phantom Horsewoman. (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Queer are the ways of a man I know: He comes and stands In a careworn craze, And looks at ...
A Meeting With Despair (Thomas Hardy Poem)
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless ...
In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THE years have gathered grayly Since I danced upon this leaze With one who kindled gayly Love's fitful ecstasies! But ...
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' ...
Revulsion (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter Some spirit to mine own in clasp and kiss, Out of the ...
She Hears The Storm (Thomas Hardy Poem)
There was a time in former years-- While my roof-tree was his-- When I should have been distressed by fears ...
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 ...
The Dance At The Phoenix (Thomas Hardy Poem)
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
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 ...
In A Museum (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light, Which over the earth before man came was ...
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 ...
Men Who March Away (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Song of the Soldiers What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away Ere the barn-cocks say ...
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 ...
Under The Waterfall (Thomas Hardy Poem)
'Whenever I plunge my arm, like this, In a basin of water, I never miss The sweet sharp sense of ...
The Going of the Battery Wives. (Lament) (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I O it was sad enough, weak enough, mad enough - Light in their loving as soldiers can be - ...