Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

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

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)

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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"

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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