Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

241. Going And Staying 4/10/2010
242. The House Of Hospitalities 1/3/2003
243. A Week 4/10/2010
244. At A Hasty Wedding 1/4/2003
245. The Last Chrysanthemum 1/4/2003
246. Men Who March Away 1/3/2003
247. Epitaph On A Pessimist 1/3/2003
248. At The Railway Station, Upways 1/3/2003
249. A Jog-Trot Pair 4/10/2010
250. The Farm Woman's Winter 1/3/2003
251. From Victor Hugo 1/4/2003
252. The Dream-Follower 1/4/2003
253. The Dead Drummer 1/4/2003
254. Her Reproach 1/4/2003
255. By The Earth's Corpse 1/4/2003
256. Fragment 1/3/2003
257. At A Lunar Eclipse 1/4/2003
258. Her Initals 12/31/2002
259. Tess's Lament 1/4/2003
260. No Buyers 1/3/2003
261. Convergence Of The Twain 4/10/2010
262. In The Moonlight 1/3/2003
263. In Tenebris 1/13/2003
264. Moments Of Vision 1/3/2003
265. In A Wood 12/31/2002
266. Between Us Now 1/3/2003
267. The Haunter 4/10/2010
268. A Circular 4/10/2010
269. The Ruined Maid 1/3/2003
270. His Immortality 1/4/2003
271. Nature's Questioning 12/31/2002
272. The Impercipient 12/31/2002
273. A Dream Or No 4/10/2010
274. The Voice 1/3/2003
275. God-Forgotten 1/4/2003
276. Her Dilemma 12/31/2002
277. A Poet 4/10/2010
278. Shelley's Skylark. 1/1/2004
279. Friends Beyond 12/31/2002
280. Her Death And After 12/31/2002

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.

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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

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  • Ed Baidya Baidya (12/18/2015 3:32:00 AM)

    Thomas hardy was sick in mad max: fury road

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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

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  • 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

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  • 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! ! !

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Best Poem of Thomas Hardy

"How Great My Grief" (Triolet)

How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Nor memory shaped old times anew,
   Nor loving-kindness helped to show thee
How great my grief, my joys how few,
   Since first it was my fate to know thee?

Read the full of "How Great My Grief" (Triolet)

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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