Thomas Hardy (1840–1928). Wessex Poems and Other Verses. 1898.
Index of First Lines
- Ah, child, thou art but half thy darling mother’s
- And I leapt in my wonder
- As evening shaped I found me on a moor
- Before we part to alien thoughts and aims
- Beneath a knap where flown
- Change and chancefulness in my flowering youthtime
- Good Father!… Twas an eve in middle June
- If but some vengeful god would call to me
- I longed to love a full-boughed beech
- I look into my glass
- I marked her ruined hues
- I mark the months in liveries dank and dry
- Inn a ferny byway
- In vision I roamed the flashing Firmament
- I will be faithful to thee; aye, I will!
- Not a line of her writing have I
- Now that my page upcloses, doomed, maybe
- Old Norbert with the flat blue cap
- O my trade it is the rarest one
- Pale beech and pine-tree blue
- Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away
- She sought the Studios, beckoning to her side
- Show thee as I thought thee
- Snow-bound in woodland, a mournful word
- Sun had wheeled from Grey’s to Dammer’s Crest, The
- That from this bright believing band
- There were two youths of equal age
- They bear him to his resting-place
- They had long met o’ Zundays—her true love and she
- This love puts all humanity from me
- Though I waste watches framing words to fetter
- Three captains went to Indian wars
- Thy husband—poor, poor Heart!—is dead
- To Jenny came a gentle youth
- Twas a death-bed summons, and forth I went
- Two were silent in a sunless church, The
- Upon a noon I pilgrimed through
- Upon a poet’s page I wrote
- We passed where flag and flower
- We stood by a pond that winter day
- We trenched, we trumpeted and drummed
- When I look forth at dawning, pool
- When Lawyers strive to heal a breach
- When, soul in soul reflected
- When we as strangers sought
- When you paced forth, to wait maternity
- When you shall see me lined by tool of Time
- Why, Sergeant, stray on the Ivel Way
- William Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough
- Years have gathered grayly, The
- Your troubles shrink not, though I feel them less