Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

81. The Church-Builder 1/3/2003
82. The Coronation 4/10/2010
83. I Sometimes Think 4/10/2010
84. The Obliterate Tomb 4/10/2010
85. She, To Him Iii 12/31/2002
86. I Said To Love. 1/1/2004
87. To A Lady 12/31/2002
88. In A Wook 12/31/2002
89. The Burghers 12/31/2002
90. The Bridge Of Lodi. 1/1/2004
91. The Year's Awakening 1/3/2003
92. The Newcomer's Wife 4/10/2010
93. Rome: Building A New Street In The Ancient Quarter. 1/1/2004
94. The Elopement 4/10/2010
95. Song From Heine 1/4/2003
96. Embarcation (Southampton Docks: October, 1899) 1/4/2003
97. The Casterbridge Captains 12/31/2002
98. In The Old Theatre, Fiesole. 1/1/2004
99. The Death Of Regret 4/10/2010
100. Without Ceremony 4/10/2010
101. The Night Of Trafalgar 4/10/2010
102. The King's Experiment 1/4/2003
103. Seventy-Four And Twenty 4/10/2010
104. She Hears The Storm 4/10/2010
105. Her Secret 4/10/2010
106. The Difference 4/10/2010
107. At Moonrise And Onwards 4/10/2010
108. Epeisodia 4/10/2010
109. The Fire At Tranter Sweatley's 1/3/2003
110. She Charged Me 4/10/2010
111. Exeunt Omnes 4/10/2010
112. According To The Mighty Working 4/10/2010
113. The Colonel's Solilquy. 1/1/2004
114. Winter In Durnover Field 1/4/2003
115. To An Orphan Child 12/31/2002
116. From: Men Who March Away 4/10/2010
117. The Discovery 4/10/2010
118. She, To Him Iv 12/31/2002
119. Then And Now 1/3/2003
120. The Lost Pyx: A Mediaeval Legend 1/4/2003

Comments about Thomas Hardy

  • John shank (5/28/2018 10:41:00 PM)

    Watching Ken Burns: the Civil War, on Netflix, a Thomas Hardy poem about 2 enemy soldiers who under different circumstances could have shared a drink, was referenced. I would like to know the name of the poem.

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  • 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

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

    Thomas hardy was sick in mad max: fury road

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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

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  • 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

    67 person liked.
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  • 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! ! !

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Best Poem of Thomas Hardy

"How Great My Grief" (Triolet)

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?

Read the full of "How Great My Grief" (Triolet)

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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