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Thomas Hardy
(1840-1928)
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"You Were The Sort That Men Forget"
You were the sort that men forget;
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A Confession To A Friend in Trouble
YOUR troubles shrink not, though I feel them less
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A Meeting With Despair
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor
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A Sign-Seeker
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry,
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Additions
THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she--
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Afternoon Service at Mellstock
On afternoons of drowsy calm
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Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?
Ah, are you digging on my grave,
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Amabel
I MARKED her ruined hues,
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Apostrophe to an Old Psalm Tune
I met you first--ah, when did I first meet you?I met you first--ah, when did I first meet you?
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At A Bridal
WHEN you paced forth, to wait maternity,
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At An Inn
WHEN we as strangers sought
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At Mayfair Lodgings
How could I be aware,
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At The Wicket-Gate
There floated the sounds of church-chiming,
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At The Word "Farewell"
She looked like a bird from a cloud
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Before Knowledge
When I walked roseless tracks and wide,
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Copying Architecture in an Old Minster
How smartly the quarters of the hour march by
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Ditty
BENEATH a knap where flown
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During Wind and Rain
THEY sing their dearest songs--
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First Sight of Her and After
A day is drawing to its fall
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Friends Beyond
WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough,
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God's Funeral
I saw a slowly-stepping train --
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Hap
IF but some vengeful god would call to me
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Heiress And Architect
SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side
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Her Death And After
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went
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Her Dilemma
THE two were silent in a sunless church,
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Her Immortality
UPON a noon I pilgrimed through
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Her Initals
UPON a poet's page I wrote
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Heredity
I am the family face;
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I Look Into My Glass
I LOOK into my glass,
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In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury
THE years have gathered grayly
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In a Museum
Here's the mould of a musical bird long passed from light,
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In a Wood
Pale beech and pine-tree blue
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In a Wook
Pale beech and pine-tree blue,
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In Vision I Roamed
IN vision I roamed the flashing Firmament,
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Joys of Memory
When the spring comes round, and a certain day
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Leipzig
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap--
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Lines
BEFORE we part to alien thoughts and aims,
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Middle-Age Enthusiasms
WE passed where flag and flower
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Moments of Vision
That mirror
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My Cicely
"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder,
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Nature's Questioning
WHEN I look forth at dawning, pool,
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Near Lanivet, 1872
There was a stunted handpost just on the crest,
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Neutral Tones
WE stood by a pond that winter day,
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On a Midsummer Eve
I idly cut a parsley stalk,
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Postponement
SNOW-BOUND in woodland, a mournful word,
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Quid Hic Agis?
When I weekly knew
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Revulsion
THOUGH I waste watches framing words to fetter
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San Sebastian
"WHY, Sergeant, stray on the Ivel Way,
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She At His Funeral
THEY bear him to his resting-place--
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She, I, and They
I was sitting,
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She, To Him
When you shall see me lined by tool of Time,
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She, To Him II
Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away,
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She, To Him III
I will be faithful to thee; aye, I will!
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She, To Him IV
This love puts all humanity from me;
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Sitting on a Bridge
Sitting on the bridge
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Snow in the Suburbs
Every branch big with it,
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The Alarm
In a ferny byway
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The Background and The Figure
I think of the slope where the rabbits fed,
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The Blinded Bird
So zestfully canst thou sing?
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The Burghers
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest,
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The Casterbridge Captains
THREE captains went to Indian wars,
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The Change
Out of the past there rises a week -
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The Convergence Of The Twain
In a solitude of the sea
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The Dance At The Phoenix
TO Jenny came a gentle youth
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The Darkling Thrush
I leant upon a coppice gate
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The Duel
"I am here to time, you see;
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The Faded Face
How was this I did not see
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The Fire at Tranter Sweatley’s
They had long met o’ Zundays—her true love and she—
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The Impercipient
THAT from this bright believing band
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The Ivy-Wife
I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech
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The Man He Killed
Had he and I but met
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The Oxen
Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
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The Peasent's Confession
GOOD Father!... 'Twas an eve in middle June,
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The Riddle
Stretching eyes west
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The Rival
I determined to find out whose it was -
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The Sergeant's Song
WHEN Lawyers strive to heal a breach,
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The Slow Nature
"THY husband--poor, poor Heart!--is dead--
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The Statue of Liberty
This statue of Liberty, busy man,
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The Stranger's Song
O MY trade it is the rarest one,
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The Temporary The All
CHANGE and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime,
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The Two Men
THERE were two youths of equal age,
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The Voice of Things
Forty Augusts--aye, and several more--ago,
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The Wind Blew Words
The wind blew words along the skies,
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The Young Churchwarden
When he lit the candles there,
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Thought Of Ph---a At News Of Her Death
NOT a line of her writing have I,
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Timing Her
Lalage's coming:
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To A Lady
NOW that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe,
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To An Orphan Child
AH, child, thou art but half thy darling mother's;
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To My Father's Violin
Does he want you down there
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To Outer Nature
SHOW thee as I thought thee
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To Shakespeare After Three Hundred Years
Bright baffling Soul, least capturable of themes,
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To the Moon
"What have you looked at, Moon,
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Unknowing
WHEN, soul in soul reflected,
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Valenciennes
WE trenched, we trumpeted and drummed,
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We Sat at The Window
We sat at the window looking out,
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Why Be at Pains?
Why be at pains that I should know
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