Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

161. Rome: The Vatican--Sala Delle Muse (1887) 1/4/2003
162. San Sebastian 12/31/2002
163. Sapphic Fragment 1/4/2003
164. Satires Of Circumstance In Fifteen Glimpses Viii: In The St 1/1/2004
165. Seen By The Waits 4/10/2010
166. Self- Unconscious 4/10/2010
167. Seventy-Four And Twenty 4/10/2010
168. She At His Funeral 12/31/2002
169. She Charged Me 4/10/2010
170. She Hears The Storm 4/10/2010
171. She Hears The Storm 1/3/2003
172. She, At His Funeral 1/3/2003
173. She, To Him 12/31/2002
174. She, To Him Iii 12/31/2002
175. She, To Him Iv 12/31/2002
176. She, To Him, I 1/3/2003
177. She, To Him, Ii 1/3/2003
178. She, To Him, Ii 4/10/2010
179. She, To Him, Iii 1/3/2003
180. She, To Him, Iv 1/3/2003
181. Shelley's Skylark (The Neighbourhood Of Leghorn: March, 1887) 1/4/2003
182. Shelley's Skylark. 1/1/2004
183. Song From Heine 1/4/2003
184. Song Of Hope 1/4/2003
185. Song Of The Soldiers 4/10/2010
186. Song Of The Soldier's Wifes. 1/1/2004
187. Tess's Lament 1/4/2003
188. The Alarm 12/31/2002
189. The Bedridden Peasant To An Unknown God 1/4/2003
190. The Bridge Of Lodi (Spring, 1887) 1/4/2003
191. The Bridge Of Lodi. 1/1/2004
192. The Bullfinches 1/4/2003
193. The Burghers 12/31/2002
194. The Caged Thrush Freed And Home Again (Villanelle) 1/4/2003
195. The Casterbridge Captains 12/31/2002
196. The Cave Of The Unborn 1/3/2003
197. The Cheval-Glass 4/10/2010
198. The Choirmaster's Burial 5/3/2016
199. The Church-Builder 1/3/2003
200. The Colonel's Soliloquy (Southampton Docks: October, 1899) 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"

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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