Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

121. Her Song 4/10/2010
122. The Dame Of Athelhall 1/4/2003
123. Rome: On The Palatine. 1/1/2004
124. Self- Unconscious 4/10/2010
125. Rome: At The Pyramid Of Cestius. (Near The Graves Of Shelley & Keats) 1/1/2004
126. At A House In Hampstead Sometime The Dwelling Of John Keats 4/10/2010
127. Mismet 1/3/2003
128. At Moonrise And Onwards 4/10/2010
129. Before And After Summer 4/10/2010
130. After The Visit 4/10/2010
131. The Going Of The Battery [wive's Lament November 2nd 1899] 4/10/2010
132. The Moth-Signal (On Egdon Heath) 4/10/2010
133. Exeunt Omnes 4/10/2010
134. According To The Mighty Working 4/10/2010
135. The Curtains Now Are Drawn 4/10/2010
136. In The Old Theatre, Fiesole (April, 1887) 1/4/2003
137. Middle-Age Enthusiasms 12/31/2002
138. Unknowing 12/31/2002
139. She, To Him, Iii 1/3/2003
140. I Have Lived With Shades 1/3/2003
141. Long Plighted 1/4/2003
142. Rom: On The Palatine (April, 1887) 1/4/2003
143. The Colonel's Soliloquy (Southampton Docks: October, 1899) 1/4/2003
144. The Garden Seat 4/10/2010
145. Seen By The Waits 4/10/2010
146. She, To Him, Ii 1/3/2003
147. Lines 12/31/2002
148. The Inconsistent 1/4/2003
149. Faintheart In A Railway Train 4/10/2010
150. At A Bridal 12/31/2002
151. Leipzig 12/31/2002
152. Cardinal Bembo's Epitaph On Raphael 1/4/2003
153. The Bedridden Peasant To An Unknown God 1/4/2003
154. She, To Him, Iv 1/3/2003
155. Rome: The Vatican--Sala Delle Muse (1887) 1/4/2003
156. The Levelled Churchyard 1/4/2003
157. At Day-Close In November 4/10/2010
158. Her Late Husband (King's-Hintock, 182-.) 1/4/2003
159. Sapphic Fragment 1/4/2003
160. In Time Of 1/1/2004

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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