Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

161. My Cicely 12/31/2002
162. Bereft, She Thinks She Dreams 4/10/2010
163. The Coquette, And After (Triolets) 1/4/2003
164. Rome At The Pyramid Of Cestius Near The Graves Of Shelley And Keats (1887) 1/4/2003
165. In The Vaulted Way 1/3/2003
166. Zermatt To The Matterhorn. 1/1/2004
167. The Lacking Sense Scene.--A Sad-Coloured Landscape, Waddon Vale 1/4/2003
168. At Day-Close In November 4/10/2010
169. Genoa And The Mediterranean. 1/1/2004
170. The Mother Mourns 1/1/2004
171. The Cave Of The Unborn 1/3/2003
172. She, At His Funeral 1/3/2003
173. To Life 1/4/2003
174. George Meredith 1/3/2003
175. Satires Of Circumstance In Fifteen Glimpses Viii: In The St 1/1/2004
176. Her Initials 1/3/2003
177. The Phantom Horsewoman. 1/1/2004
178. The Bedridden Peasant To An Unknown God 1/4/2003
179. Catullus: Xxxi 1/4/2003
180. Had You Wept 4/10/2010
181. The Ivy-Wife 12/31/2002
182. At The War Office, London. 1/1/2004
183. Revulsion 12/31/2002
184. His Visitor 4/10/2010
185. Sapphic Fragment 1/4/2003
186. The Dance At The Phoenix 12/31/2002
187. On An Invitation To The United States. 1/1/2004
188. The Caged Thrush Freed And Home Again (Villanelle) 1/4/2003
189. Song Of The Soldier's Wifes. 1/1/2004
190. Wives In The Sere 1/4/2003
191. After A Journey 4/10/2010
192. I Rose Up As My Custom Is 4/10/2010
193. The Ghost Of The Past 1/3/2003
194. Mute Opinion 1/4/2003
195. In A Eweleaze Near Weatherbury 12/31/2002
196. The Milkmaid 1/4/2003
197. The Contretemps 1/3/2003
198. The Levelled Churchyard 1/4/2003
199. The Pity Of It 1/3/2003
200. Going And Staying 4/10/2010

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.

  • 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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  • 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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