Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

41. The Sergeant's Song 12/31/2002
42. To Outer Nature 12/31/2002
43. The Temporary The All 12/31/2002
44. The Sun On The Bookcase 1/3/2003
45. The Sweet Hussy 4/10/2010
46. The Superseded 1/4/2003
47. The Tenant-For-Life 1/4/2003
48. To Flowers From Italy In Winter 1/4/2003
49. The Seasons Of Her Year 1/4/2003
50. The Shadow On The Stone 4/10/2010
51. The Sick God 1/4/2003
52. The Souls Of The Slain. 1/1/2004
53. The Peasent's Confession 12/31/2002
54. The Roman Road 1/3/2003
55. The Well-Beloved 1/4/2003
56. The Subalterns 1/3/2003
57. The To-Be-Forgotten 1/3/2003
58. Near Lanivet 1872 4/10/2010
59. Transformations 1/1/2004
60. She, To Him, Ii 4/10/2010
61. The Cheval-Glass 4/10/2010
62. The Bridge Of Lodi (Spring, 1887) 1/4/2003
63. The Jubilee Of A Magazine:(To The Editor) 4/10/2010
64. Aquae Sulis 4/10/2010
65. Barthelemon At Vauxhall 4/10/2010
66. In The Servants' Quarters 4/10/2010
67. Jezreel 4/10/2010
68. The Workbox 4/10/2010
69. How She Went To Ireland 4/10/2010
70. Thoughts Of Phena 1/3/2003
71. In The Days Of Crinoline 4/10/2010
72. The Two Men 12/31/2002
73. The Master And The Leaves 4/10/2010
74. Song Of The Soldiers 4/10/2010
75. I Was Not He 4/10/2010
76. The Maid Of Keinton Mandeville (A Tribute To Sir H. Bishop) 4/10/2010
77. The Self-Unseeing 1/3/2003
78. The Church-Builder 1/3/2003
79. The Coronation 4/10/2010
80. I Sometimes Think 4/10/2010

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)

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  • 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"

She, To Him, Iv

This love puts all humanity from me;
I can but maledict her, pray her dead,
For giving love and getting love of thee—
Feeding a heart that else mine own had fed!

How much I love I know not, life not known,
Save as some unit I would add love by;
But this I know, my being is but thine own—
Fused from its separateness by ecstasy.

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