Poems by Thomas Hardy
To An Orphan Child
... A WhimseyAH, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's ...
George Meredith
... Through the world's vaprous vitiate air ...
In a Wood
... If overborne. Since, then, no grace I find ...
Rome at the Pyramid of Cestius Near the Graves of Shelley and Keats
... Should mark, through Time, where two immortal Shades abide ...
The Respectable Burgher on "The Higher Criticism"
... . . - Since thus they hint, nor turn a hair, ...
The Fire At Tranter Sweatley's
... Is her heart in its winter o' woe! "I think I mid almost ha' borne it," she said, ...
The Sun On The Bookcase
... Soon their intangible track will be run, ...
The Burghers
... Watch with thy steel: two righteous thrusts will end"Her shameless visions and his passioned dream ...
In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury
... When at night he thinks me sleeping, ...
The Contretemps
... And there was the Jersey boat with its funnel agroan ...
Genoa and the Mediterranean.
... Since when too oft my dreams of thee, O Queen, that frippery mocks: Whereat I grieve, Superba! ...
Mad Judy
... Comers to this stony shore!" When old Headsman Death laid hands ...
Embarcation
... None dubious of the cause, none murmuring,Wives, sisters, parents, wave white hands and smile, ...
A Meeting With Despair
... "There's solace everywhere!"Then bitter self-reproaches as I stood ...
Winter in Durnover Field
... Scene.--A wide stretch of fallow ground recently sown with wheat, and ...
