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 ...
Thomas Hardy Poems (227 Poems)
Winter in Durnover Field (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and frozen to iron hardness. Three large birds walking about ...
Night In The Old Home (Thomas Hardy Poem)
When the wasting embers redden the chimney-breast, And Life's bare pathway looms like a desert track to me, And from ...
Mad Judy (Thomas Hardy Poem)
When the hamlet hailed a birth Judy used to cry: When she heard our christening mirth She would kneel and ...
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 ...
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 ...
“Between Us Now” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Between us now and here - Two thrown together Who are not wont to wear Life's flushest feather - Who ...
Genoa and the Mediterranean. (Thomas Hardy Poem)
O epic-famed, god-haunted Central Sea, Heave careless of the deep wrong done to thee When from Torino's track I saw ...
In a Wood (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the ...
Rome at the Pyramid of Cestius Near the Graves of Shelley and Keats (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Who, then, was Cestius, And what is he to me? - Amid thick thoughts and memories multitudinous One thought alone ...
The Respectable Burgher on “The Higher Criticism” (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Since Reverend Doctors now declare That clerks and people must prepare To doubt if Adam ever were; To hold 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' ...
The Sun On The Bookcase (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Once more the cauldron of the sun Smears the bookcase with winy red, And here my page is, and there ...
To Flowers From Italy in Winter (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Sunned in the South, and here to-day; --If all organic things Be sentient, Flowers, as some men say, What are ...
“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 ...
George Meredith (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Forty years back, when much had place That since has perished out of mind, I heard that voice and saw ...
In The Vaulted Way (Thomas Hardy Poem)
In the vaulted way, where the passage turned To the shadowy corner that none could see, You paused for our ...
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, ...
A Wasted Illness (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Through vaults of pain, Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness, I passed, and garish spectres moved my brain To ...
His Immortality (Thomas Hardy Poem)
I I saw a dead man's finer part Shining within each faithful heart Of those bereft. Then said I: "This ...
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 ...
To Life (Thomas Hardy Poem)
O life with the sad seared face, I weary of seeing thee, And thy draggled cloak, and thy hobbling pace, ...
The Last Chrysanthemum (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Why should this flower delay so long To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin-song, When ...
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 ...
From Victor Hugo (Thomas Hardy Poem)
Child, were I king, I'd yield my royal rule, My chariot, sceptre, vassal-service due, My crown, my porphyry-basined waters cool, ...
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 ...
Her Dilemma (Thomas Hardy Poem)
THE two were silent in a sunless church, Whose mildewed walls, uneven paving-stones, And wasted carvings passed antique research; And ...