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Collected poems of Thomas Hardy

With a portrait

Hardy, Thomas (1840-1928)

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THE TEMPORARY THE ALL

“IN VISION I ROAMED”

A CONFESSION TO A FRIEND IN TROUBLE

SHE AT HIS FUNERAL

I.

II.

III.

SHE, TO HIM III

IV.

THE SERGEANT'S SONG

THE STRANGER'S SONG

THE PEASANT'S CONFESSION

HER DEATH AND AFTER

THE DANCE AT THE PHŒNIX

THE CASTERBRIDGE CAPTAINS

HER IMMORTALITY

A MEETING WITH DESPAIR

TO OUTER NATURE

THOUGHTS OF PHENA

MIDDLE-AGE ENTHUSIASMS

TO A LADY OFFENDED BY A BOOK OF THE WRITER'S

TO A MOTHERLESS CHILD

NATURE'S QUESTIONING

THE IMPERCIPIENT

THE SLOW NATURE

IN A EWELEAZE NEAR WEATHERBURY

THE BRIDE-NIGHT FIRE

HEIRESS AND ARCHITECT

LINES Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the Lyceum Theatre, July 23, 1890, at a performance on behalf of Lady Jeune's Holiday Fund for City Children.

“I LOOK INTO MY GLASS”

POEMS OF THE PAST AND THE PRESENT

[TIME'S LAUGHING STOCKS AND OTHER VERSES.]

SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE LYRICS AND REVERIES

MOMENTS OF VISION

LATE LYRICS AND EARLIER

HUMAN SHOWS FAR PHANTASIES SONGS, AND TRIFLES

WINTER WORDS IN VARIOUS MOODS AND METRES

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THE AGED NEWSPAPER SOLILOQUIZES

Yes; yes; I am old. In me appears
The history of a hundred years;
Empires', kings', captives', births and deaths,
Strange faiths, and fleeting shibboleths.
—Tragedy, comedy, throngs my page
Beyond all mummed on any stage:
Cold hearts beat hot, hot hearts beat cold,
And I beat on. Yes; yes; I am old.