Thomas Hardy

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

Thomas Hardy Poems

281. The Impercipient 12/31/2002
282. When I Set Out For Lyonnesse 1/3/2003
283. A Dream Or No 4/10/2010
284. God-Forgotten 1/4/2003
285. The Going 1/3/2003
286. Birds At Winter Nightfall (Triolet) 1/4/2003
287. Heredity 1/3/2003
288. The Oxen 12/31/2002
289. A Man (In Memory Of H. Of M.) 1/4/2003
290. A Death-Day Recalled 4/10/2010
291. A Sign-Seeker 12/31/2002
292. He Never Expected Much 1/3/2003
293. Song Of Hope 1/4/2003
294. Weathers 1/3/2003
295. During Wind And Rain 12/31/2002
296. A Spot 1/4/2003
297. An August Midnight 1/4/2003
298. God's Funeral 12/31/2002
299. Beeny Cliff 3/19/2003
300. Channel Firing 1/3/2003
301. At Castle Boterel 3/16/2003
302. The Convergence Of The Twain 12/31/2002
303. A Commonplace Day 1/4/2003
304. An Autumn Rain-Scene 1/3/2003
305. Ah, Are You Digging On My Grave? 12/31/2002
306. [greek Title] 1/4/2003
307. I Look Into My Glass 12/31/2002
308. Hap 12/31/2002
309. Afterwards 1/3/2003
310. In Time Of 'The Breaking Of Nations' 1/3/2003
311. A Wasted Illness 1/4/2003
312. A Confession To A Friend In Trouble 12/31/2002
313. Neutral Tones 12/31/2002
314. A Thunderstorm In Town 1/3/2003
315. A Christmas Ghost Story. 1/1/2004
316. "I Have Lived With Shades" 1/4/2003
317. A Wife In London (December, 1899) 1/4/2003
318. A Meeting With Despair 12/31/2002
319. The Man He Killed 12/31/2002
320. Drummer Hodge 1/3/2003

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)

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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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