Thomas Hardy

(2 June 1840 – 11 January 1928 / Dorchester / England)

Thomas Hardy Poems

1. Before Marching and After 8/31/2015
2. New Year's Eve 12/10/2015
3. The Choirmaster's Burial 5/3/2016
4. At the Entering of the New Year 12/28/2016
5. The West-Of-Wessex Girl 4/10/2010
6. The Roman Gravemounds 4/10/2010
7. The Telegram 4/10/2010
8. The Respectable Burgher On "The Higher Criticism" 1/4/2003
9. The Re-Enactment 4/10/2010
10. The Wistful Lady 4/10/2010
11. The Problem 1/4/2003
12. The Recalcitrants 4/10/2010
13. The Sacrilege: (A Ballad-Tragedy) 4/10/2010
14. The Woman In The Rye 4/10/2010
15. Rain on a Grave 7/14/2015
16. To A Sea-Cliff 3/16/2015
17. The Pity Of It 4/10/2010
18. V.R. 1819-1901, A Reverie 1/4/2003
19. The Sun On The Bookcase 4/10/2010
20. To Meet, Or Otherwise 4/10/2010
21. Welcome Home 4/10/2010
22. The Slow Nature 12/31/2002
23. The Sleep-Worker 1/4/2003
24. Tolerance 4/10/2010
25. The Spell Of The Rose 4/10/2010
26. Valenciennes 12/31/2002
27. The Supplanter: A Tale 1/4/2003
28. V.R. 1819-1901 (A Reverie.) 1/1/2004
29. The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House 2/7/2015
30. The Stranger's Song 12/31/2002
31. The Two Soldiers 4/10/2010
32. The Rambler 1/3/2003
33. We Are Getting To The End 4/10/2010
34. The Satin Shoes 4/10/2010
35. Thought Of Ph---A At News Of Her Death 12/31/2002
36. The Selfsame Song 1/3/2003
37. The Tree: An Old Man's Story 1/4/2003
38. The Puzzled Game-Birds (Triolet) 1/4/2003
39. The Sergeant's Song 12/31/2002
40. The Widow 1/4/2003

Comments about Thomas Hardy

  • Nonono (11/29/2017 5:04:00 AM)

    Could you possibly do anything worse to brilliant poetry than have it read by this hideous transatlantic robotic voice? No wonder people don't think they like poetry. Pay an actor to do it properly or don't have a sound clip at all.

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  • Ed Baidya Baidya (12/18/2015 3:35:00 AM)

    'Ah, I was wondering what would break first: your spirit, or your body! '-Thomas Hardy.Bane

  • Ed Baidya Baidya (12/18/2015 3:32:00 AM)

    Thomas hardy was sick in mad max: fury road

  • Corazone Aquino Corazone Aquino (7/22/2015 11:31:00 AM)

    I like. I am going to use it to teach styles in Form three class. beautiful. I wish I could get an analysis from you before I try doing it my way.

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  • Arthur Tugman (11/5/2011 4:51:00 PM)

    To every failure there’s Hell
    and all success is heavenly.
    - Arthur Tugman

  • Arthur Tugman (11/5/2011 4:46:00 PM)

    Come hither or go yon
    in your quest for success
    or else be content
    to dither in failure.
    - Arthur Tugman

    Come hither or go yon
    in your quest for success
    or else be content
    to dither in failure.
    - Arthur Tugman

  • Maricel Padilla (6/13/2006 9:13:00 PM)

    Hi Thomas...........Hello...... How are you? this is Maricel from Philippines and i would like to tell you that you are very good and great so much in your poet......i like it very much........i hope you can tell me what is your secret there how to write a poet like that you wrote....ok...heheh joke only....cus you know i dont have yet one poet that i write here, its great for you........well anyway thomas thanks again for your very nice poet........ok takecare there always and have a nice to day to you there and to all...............see you! ! !
    always,
    Maricel

Best Poem of Thomas Hardy

"I Said To Love"

I said to Love,
"It is not now as in old days
When men adored thee and thy ways
   All else above;
Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One
Who spread a heaven beneath the sun,"
   I said to Love.

   I said to him,
"We now know more of thee than then;
We were but weak in judgment when,
   With hearts abrim,
We clamoured thee that thou would'st please
Inflict on us thine agonies,"
   I said to him.

   I said to Love,
"Thou art not young, ...

Read the full of "I Said To Love"

The Dream-Follower

A dream of mine flew over the mead
   To the halls where my old Love reigns;
And it drew me on to follow its lead:
   And I stood at her window-panes;

And I saw but a thing of flesh and bone
   Speeding on to its cleft in the clay;
And my dream was scared, and expired on a moan,
   And I whitely hastened away.

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