Poems by Thomas Hardy
"The Curtains Now Are Drawn"
... "O the dream that thou art my Love, be it thine, ...
Seventy-Four And Twenty
... The one who shall walk to-day with me ...
St Launce's Revisited
... Till their dwelling loomed ...
I Was Not He
... You still, when turned to you my feet, ...
A Week
... Though if it were we should well combine ...
At A House In Hampstead Sometime The Dwelling Of John Keats
... Drawn from your drowse by the Seven famed Hills, ...
The Roman Gravemounds
... 'Vast was Rome,' he must muse, 'in the worlds regard, ...
The Elopement
... How blank we stood at our bright wits' end, two frail barks in distress, ...
Her Secret
... He searched for the trace of a pictured face, ...
Satires Of Circumstance In Fifteen Glimpses: In The Study
... That she comes to him almost breakfastless ...
I Found Her Out There
... Flapped her cheek like a flail ...
Self- Unconscious
... As he was, and should have been shown, that day ...
The Telegram
... But has vowed and wived herself to one who blessed the ground she trod ...
Additions: The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's
... While her great gallied eyes, through her hair hanging loose, ...
In The Days Of Crinoline
... 'To-day,' he said, 'you have shown good sense, ...
