Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

241. Your Last Drive 4/10/2010
242. She, To Him 12/31/2002
243. The House Of Hospitalities 1/3/2003
244. In A Wood 12/31/2002
245. A Week 4/10/2010
246. The Last Chrysanthemum 1/4/2003
247. Men Who March Away 1/3/2003
248. Her Initals 12/31/2002
249. Epitaph On A Pessimist 1/3/2003
250. At The Railway Station, Upways 1/3/2003
251. A Jog-Trot Pair 4/10/2010
252. The Farm Woman's Winter 1/3/2003
253. Domicilium 1/3/2003
254. His Immortality 1/4/2003
255. The Dream-Follower 1/4/2003
256. The Dead Drummer 1/4/2003
257. Last Words To A Dumb Friend 1/3/2003
258. By The Earth's Corpse 1/4/2003
259. A Circular 4/10/2010
260. At A Lunar Eclipse 1/4/2003
261. At A Hasty Wedding 1/4/2003
262. Under The Waterfall 1/3/2003
263. Moments Of Vision 1/3/2003
264. Tess's Lament 1/4/2003
265. No Buyers 1/3/2003
266. Her Dilemma 12/31/2002
267. Convergence Of The Twain 4/10/2010
268. In The Moonlight 1/3/2003
269. The Impercipient 12/31/2002
270. The Haunter 4/10/2010
271. In Tenebris 1/13/2003
272. Between Us Now 1/3/2003
273. Friends Beyond 12/31/2002
274. Nature's Questioning 12/31/2002
275. Heredity 1/3/2003
276. The Dead Man Walking 1/3/2003
277. Her Death And After 12/31/2002
278. A Dream Or No 4/10/2010
279. Lines On The Loss Of The "Titanic" 1/13/2003
280. A Poet 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

  • 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! ! !

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"

Tess's Lament


I would that folk forgot me quite,
   Forgot me quite!
I would that I could shrink from sight,
   And no more see the sun.
Would it were time to say farewell,
To claim my nook, to need my knell,
Time for them all to stand and tell

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