Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

201. The Colonel's Solilquy. 1/1/2004
202. The Comet At Valbury Or Yell'Ham 1/4/2003
203. The Contretemps 1/3/2003
204. The Convergence Of The Twain 12/31/2002
205. The Coquette, And After (Triolets) 1/4/2003
206. The Coronation 4/10/2010
207. The Curtains Now Are Drawn 4/10/2010
208. The Dame Of Athelhall 1/4/2003
209. The Dance At The Phoenix 12/31/2002
210. The Darkling Thrush 12/31/2002
211. The Dead Drummer 1/4/2003
212. The Dead Man Walking 1/3/2003
213. The Death Of Regret 4/10/2010
214. The Difference 4/10/2010
215. The Discovery 4/10/2010
216. The Dream-Follower 1/4/2003
217. The Elopement 4/10/2010
218. The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House 2/7/2015
219. The Farm Woman's Winter 1/3/2003
220. The Fire At Tranter Sweatley's 1/3/2003
221. The Garden Seat 4/10/2010
222. The Ghost Of The Past 1/3/2003
223. The Going 1/3/2003
224. The Going Of The Battery [wive's Lament November 2nd 1899] 4/10/2010
225. The Going Of The Battery Wives. (Lament) 1/1/2004
226. The Haunter 4/10/2010
227. The House Of Hospitalities 1/3/2003
228. The Impercipient 12/31/2002
229. The Inconsistent 1/4/2003
230. The Ivy-Wife 12/31/2002
231. The Jubilee Of A Magazine:(To The Editor) 4/10/2010
232. The King's Experiment 1/4/2003
233. The Lacking Sense Scene.--A Sad-Coloured Landscape, Waddon Vale 1/4/2003
234. The Last Chrysanthemum 1/4/2003
235. The Levelled Churchyard 1/4/2003
236. The Lost Pyx: A Mediaeval Legend 1/4/2003
237. The Maid Of Keinton Mandeville (A Tribute To Sir H. Bishop) 4/10/2010
238. The Man He Killed 12/31/2002
239. The Masked Face 1/3/2003
240. The Master And The Leaves 4/10/2010

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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