Poems by Thomas Hardy
The Man He Killed
... Right many a nipperkin! But ranged as infantry, ...
The Ruined Maid
... " said she."You left us in tatters, without shoes or socks, ...
The Convergence Of The Twain
... The Immanent Will that stirs and urges everything VII Prepared a sinister mate ...
Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?
... A dog's fidelity!" "Mistress, I dug upon your grave ...
The Darkling Thrush
... That I could think there trembled through ...
The Going of the Battery Wives. (Lament)
... III Great guns were gleaming there, living things seeming there, ...
Drummer Hodge
... And strange-eyed constellations reign ...
Hap
... that thy love's loss is my hate's profiting!"Then would I bear it, clench myself, and die, ...
A Broken Appointment
... Grieved I, when, as the hope-hour stroked its sum, ...
Heredity
... Over oblivion. The years-heired feature that can ...
A Thunderstorm In Town
... (A Reminiscence, 1893)She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress, ...
Channel Firing
... The world is as it used to be:"All nations striving strong to make ...
An Autumn Rain-Scene
... And another knows nought of its chilling fall ...
The Voice
... Even to the original air-blue gown!Or is it only the breeze in its listlessness ...
Neutral Tones
... And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, ...
