Poems by Thomas Hardy
A Spot
... On sleepy noontides from the ground: ...
To A Lady
... Offended by a Book of the Writer'sNOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe, ...
To Lizbie Browne
... Dear Lizbie Browne! VIII But, Lizbie Browne, ...
Doom and She
... . . --Some say they have heard her sighs ...
The Two Men
... I cannot kiss: I tire of thee!"(That she might scorn him was he fain, ...
The Peasant's Confession
... Through green grain, till he cried: I doubt thy conduct, man! no track is here ...
At A Bridal
... Rare forms, that corporate now will never be!Should I, too, wed as slave to Mode's decree, ...
The Dead Drummer
... II Young Hodge the Drummer never knew - ...
Heiress And Architect
... That will I do.""Shape me," she said, "high walls with tracery ...
A Sign-Seeker
... Called many a gone and goodly one to shape a sign,And panted for response ...
By the Earth's Corpse
... Or thy old coils unwind! IV "As when, in Noe's days, ...
Mute Opinion
... Who thought not as those thought there ...
In The Old Theatre, Fiesole.
... 'Twas but to delve, and straightway there to find ...
On a Fine Morning
... Proof that earth was made for man ...
The Supplanter: A Tale
... Of some strange girl laid there!" - IX "I see white flowers upon the floor ...
