Poems by Thomas Hardy
The Sacrilege: (A Ballad-Tragedy)
... They had heard a crash when twelve had chimed ...
Her Initials
... Part seemed she of the effulgent thought &emsp ...
Barthelemon At Vauxhall
... composed what was probably the most popular morning hymn-tune ever ...
The West-Of-Wessex Girl
... Where side by side in life, as planned, ...
Near Lanivet 1872
... She was tired, and we stopped in the twilight-time for her rest, ...
The Newcomer's Wife
... But she was discreet in the games she played ...
How Great My Grief
... Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee ...
The Night Of Trafalgar
... land, And the Back-sea met the front-sea, and our doors were blocked ...
Starlings On The Roof
... 'They will drag their house-gear ever so far ...
Aquae Sulis
... And that I, as you, fail as a song that men time agone sang!" &emsp ...
A Circular
... And this gay-pictured, spring-time shout ...
Welcome Home
... Well were known, 'twas much with me ...
In Front Of The Landscape
... Lamps long extinguished, robes, cheeks, eyes with the earth's crust ...
At Day-Close In November
... And the children who ramble through here ...
A King's Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral]
... What days of strain, what nights of stress ...
