Thomas Hardy

(1840-1928)

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