Thomas Hardy, the son of a stonemason, was born in Dorsets, England, in
1840. He trained as an architect and worked in London and Dorset for ten years.
Hardy began his writing career as a novelist, publishing Desperate
Remedies in 1871, and was soon successful enough to leave the field of
architecture for writing. His novels Tess of the D'Urbervilles
(1891) and Jude the Obscure (1895), which are considered literary
classics today, received negative reviews upon publication and Hardy was
criticized for being too pessimistic and preoccupied with sex. He left fiction
writing for poetry, and published eight collections, including Wessex
Poems (1898) and Satires of Circumstance (1912).
Hardy's poetry explores a fatalist outlook against the dark, rugged
landscape of his native Dorset. He rejected the Victorian belief in a
benevolent God, and much of his poetry reads as a sardonic lament on the
bleakness of the human condition. A traditionalist in technique, he
nevertheless forged a highly original style, combining rough-hewn rhythms and
colloquial diction with an extraordinary variety of meters and stanzaic forms.
A significant influence on later poets (including
Frost, Auden,
Dylan Thomas, and Philip Larkin), his influence has
increased during the course of the century, offering an alternativemore
down-to-earth, less rhetoricalto the more mystical and aristocratic precedent
of Yeats. Thomas Hardy died in 1928. |
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Afterwards by Thomas Hardy When the Present has latched its postern behind my
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An August Midnight by Thomas Hardy A shaded lamp and a waving blind
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At the Entering of the New Year by Thomas Hardy Our songs went up and out the chimney
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At the Piano by Thomas Hardy A Woman was playing
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Channel Firing by Thomas Hardy That night your great guns, unawares,
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During Wind and Rain by Thomas Hardy They sing their dearest songs
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Hap by Thomas Hardy If but some vengeful god would call to me
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How Great My Grief by Thomas Hardy How great my grief, my joys how few
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I Found Her Out There by Thomas Hardy I found her out there
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In the Garden by Thomas Hardy We waited for the sun
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The Convergence of the Twain by Thomas Hardy In a solitude of the sea
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The Darkling Thrush by Thomas Hardy I leant upon a coppice gate
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The Glimpse by Thomas Hardy She sped through the door
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The Going by Thomas Hardy Why did you give no hint that night
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The Interloper by Thomas Hardy There are three folk driving in a quaint old chaise
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The Man He Killed by Thomas Hardy "Had he and I but met
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The Oxen by Thomas Hardy Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock
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The Ruined Maid by Thomas Hardy "O 'Melia, my dear, this does everything crown!
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The Subalterns by Thomas Hardy
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The Voice by Thomas Hardy Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,
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The Year's Awakening by Thomas Hardy How do you know that the pilgrim track
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To A Sea-Cliff by Thomas Hardy
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