Poems by Thomas Hardy
The Subalterns
... But I, too, am a slave!" VWe smiled upon each other then, ...
The Dead Man Walking
... A little then.When passed my friend, my kinsfolk, ...
In Time Of "The Breaking Of Nations"
... With an old horse that stumbles and nods ...
She At His Funeral
... But they stand round with griefless eye, ...
Moments Of Vision
... May catch his last thoughts, whole life foul or fair, ...
The House Of Hospitalities
... Now no Christmas brings in neighbours, ...
The Seasons of Her Year
... His lips have said! II O 'tis a fine May morn, they say, ...
Men Who March Away
... Though some may not see! In our heart of hearts believing ...
A Confession To A Friend In Trouble
... Yet smiles they are, not ghastly mockeries mere ...
At Castle Boterel
... Saw us alight.I look and see it there, shrinking, shrinking, ...
The Choirmaster's Burial
... Like the saints in church-glass, ...
"I Need Not Go"
... I need not go Through sleet and snow ...
The Church-Builder
... I build it, Lord of all!" But, as it chanced me, then and there ...
Friends Beyond
... ignoring all that haps beneath the moon,William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, ...
Last Words To A Dumb Friend
... Strange it is this speechless thing, ...
