Poems by Thomas Hardy
Epitaph On A Pessimist
... I've lived without a dame all my life ...
Beeny Cliff
... V What if still in chasmal beauty looms that wild weird western shore, ...
The Milkmaid
... Of inner themes and inner poetries: Could but by Sunday morn ...
Shelley's Skylark (The neighbourhood of Leghorn: March)
... A pinch of unseen, unguarded dust The dust of the lark that Shelley heard, ...
The Sick God
... But never hath he seemed the old! XI Let men rejoice, let men deplore ...
The Levelled Churchyard
... And half some local strumpet! "From restorations of Thy fane, ...
The Ghost Of The Past
... Just as it was When first its prospects gave me pause ...
Waiting Both
... ""Just so," The star says: "So mean I: ...
The Tree: An Old Man's Story
... Beneath whose trunk sat we! III Yes, there we sat: she cooed content, ...
The Farm Woman's Winter
... Would warm my wasted heart!IIOne frail, who, bravely tilling ...
Thoughts Of Phena
... At her close, whom I knew when her dreams were upbrimming with light ...
I Have Lived With Shades
... Be left of him."V"Yet," said they, "his frail speech, ...
Ditty
... Some loves die Let me feign it)--none would notice ...
The Masked Face
... They numb Fast-locked, and fill with fear ...
Transformations
... And they feel the sun and rain, ...
