Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

81. George Meredith 1/3/2003
82. God-Forgotten 1/4/2003
83. God's Funeral 12/31/2002
84. Going And Staying 4/10/2010
85. Had You Wept 4/10/2010
86. Hap 12/31/2002
87. He Never Expected Much 1/3/2003
88. Heiress And Architect 12/31/2002
89. Her Death And After 12/31/2002
90. Her Dilemma 12/31/2002
91. Her Immortality 12/31/2002
92. Her Initals 12/31/2002
93. Her Initials 1/3/2003
94. Her Late Husband (King's-Hintock, 182-.) 1/4/2003
95. Her Reproach 1/4/2003
96. Her Secret 4/10/2010
97. Her Song 4/10/2010
98. Heredity 1/3/2003
99. His Immortality 1/4/2003
100. His Visitor 4/10/2010
101. How She Went To Ireland 4/10/2010
102. I Found Her Out There 4/10/2010
103. I Have Lived With Shades 1/3/2003
104. I Look Into My Glass 12/31/2002
105. I Need Not Go 1/4/2003
106. I Rose Up As My Custom Is 4/10/2010
107. I Said To Love 1/3/2003
108. I Said To Love. 1/1/2004
109. I Sometimes Think 4/10/2010
110. I Was Not He 4/10/2010
111. In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury 12/31/2002
112. In A Museum 1/3/2003
113. In A Wood 12/31/2002
114. In A Wook 12/31/2002
115. In Front Of The Landscape 4/10/2010
116. In Tenebris 1/13/2003
117. In The British Museum 4/10/2010
118. In The Days Of Crinoline 4/10/2010
119. In The Moonlight 1/3/2003
120. In The Old Theatre, Fiesole (April, 1887) 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! ! !

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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