Poems by Thomas Hardy
From: Men Who March Away
... Is it a purblind prank, O think you, ...
The Recalcitrants
... Whence the savour has flown while abide the names ...
The Coronation
... - Now, as they drowsed on, freed from Life's old thrall, ...
Rome: At the Pyramid Of Cestius. (Near The Graves Of Shelley & Keats)
... Should mark, through Time, where two immortal Shades abide ...
The Workbox
... 'The shingled pattern that seems to cease ...
Before And After Summer
... Though the winds leap down the street, ...
A Conversation At Dawn
... That has troubled my sleep, and no waking cures!'&hellip ...
The Going Of The Battery [Wive's Lament November 2nd 1899]
... III Great guns were gleaming there, living things seeming there, ...
His Visitor
... They are not those who tended me through feeble hours and strong, ...
The Colonel's Soliloquy
... . . "Now sounds 'The Girl I've left behind me,'-Ah, ...
The Echo Elf Answers
... And my remedy what kind ...
Epeisodia
... Blown birds show their whiteness ...
How She Went To Ireland
... Through the sleet and snow ...
The Chosen
... And I thought of the fifth, whom I'd called a jade ...
The Haunter
... Into old aisles where the past is all to him, ...
