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Thomas Hardy's Poetry, by title

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  • "According to the Mighty Working"
    When moiling seems at cease
    In the vague void of night-time,
    14 lines, 1 comment
  • "I Sometimes Think"
    For F. E. H.
    I sometimes think as here I sit
    19 lines, 1 comment
  • "The Curtains Now Are Drawn"
    I
    The curtains now are drawn,
    23 lines
  • A Broken Appointment
    You did not come,
    And marching Time drew on, and wore me numb.
    16 lines, 13 comments
  • A Christmas Ghost Story
    South of the Line, inland from far Durban,
    A mouldering soldier lies--your countryman.
    12 lines
  • A Circular
    As 'legal representative'
    I read a missive not my own,
    12 lines
  • A Commonplace Day
    The day is turning ghost,
    And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively,
    42 lines
  • A Confession To A Friend In Trouble
    YOUR troubles shrink not, though I feel them less
          Here, far away, than when I tarried near;
    15 lines, 2 comments
  • A Conversation At Dawn
    He lay awake, with a harassed air,
    And she, in her cloud of loose lank hair,
    290 lines
  • A Death-Day Recalled
    Beeny did not quiver,
    Juliot grew not gray,
    24 lines
  • A Dream Or No
    Why go to Saint-Juliot? What's Juliot to me?
          I've been but made fancy
    33 lines
  • A Jog-Trot Pair
    Who were the twain that trod this track
    So many times together
    24 lines
  • A King's Soliloquy [On the Night of His Funeral]
    From the slow march and muffled drum,
    And crowds distrest,
    44 lines
  • A Man (In Memory of H. of M.)
    I
    In Casterbridge there stood a noble pile,
    42 lines
  • A Meeting With Despair
    AS evening shaped I found me on a moor
    Which sight could scarce sustain:
    28 lines
  • A Poet
    Attentive eyes, fantastic heed,
    Assessing minds, he does not need,
    16 lines, 2 comments
  • A Sign-Seeker
    I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry,
    The day-tides many-shaped and hued;
    48 lines
  • A Spot
    In years defaced and lost,
    Two sat here, transport-tossed,
    24 lines
  • A Thunderstorm In Town
    She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress,
    And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
    10 lines, 6 comments
  • A Wasted Illness
    Through vaults of pain,
    Enribbed and wrought with groins of ghastliness,
    32 lines
  • A Week
    On Monday night I closed my door,
    And thought you were not as heretofore,
    21 lines
  • A Wife In London
    December 1899
              I
    26 lines, 1 comment
  • A Woman's Fancy
    "Ah Madam; you've indeed come back here?
    'Twas sad--your husband's so swift death,
    48 lines
  • Additions: The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's
    They had long met o' Zundays—her true love and she—
          And at junketings, maypoles, and flings;
    130 lines
  • After A Journey
    I come to interview a Voiceless ghost;
      Whither, O whither will its whim now draw me?
    37 lines, 1 comment
  • After Schiller
    Knight, a true sister-love
    This heart retains;
    8 lines
  • After The Visit
    Come again to the place
    Where your presence was as a leaf that skims
    23 lines
  • Afterwards
    When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay,
    And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings,
    20 lines
  • Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave?
    "Ah, are you digging on my grave,
                My loved one? — planting rue?"
    41 lines, 13 comments
  • Amabel
    I MARKED her ruined hues,
    Her custom-straitened views,
    32 lines
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