How Great My Grief ( Triolet )

Thomas Hardy

How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee? 

Next 10 Poems

• Thomas Hardy : I Have Lived With Shades
• Thomas Hardy : I Look Into My Glass
• Thomas Hardy : I Need Not Go
• Thomas Hardy : I Said To Love
• Thomas Hardy : In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury
• Thomas Hardy : In A Museum
• Thomas Hardy : In A Wood
• Thomas Hardy : In A Wook
• Thomas Hardy : In Tenebris
• Thomas Hardy : In The Moonlight

Previous 10 Poems

• Thomas Hardy : His Immortality
• Thomas Hardy : Heredity
• Thomas Hardy : Her Reproach
• Thomas Hardy : Her Late Husband ( King's-hintock, 182-. )
• Thomas Hardy : Her Initals
• Thomas Hardy : Her Immortality
• Thomas Hardy : Her Dilemma
• Thomas Hardy : Her Death And After
• Thomas Hardy : Heiress And Architect
• Thomas Hardy : He Never Expected Much