About Thomas Hardy
1840 - 1928/Male/EnglishA novelist and poet, Hardy wrote of tragic characters struggling against their passions and social circumstances.
Selected Quotes
Poetry & Stories
The Year’s Awakening
How do you know that the pilgrim trackAlong the belting zodiac
At The Railway Station, Upways
‘There is not much that I can do,For I’ve no money that’s quite my own!’
Architectural Masks
IThere is a house with ivied walls,And mullioned windows worn and old,
Waiting Both
A star looks down at me,And says: “Here I and you
The Ghost Of The Past
We two kept house, the Past and I,The Past and I;
About Thomas Hardy
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Who is Thomas Hardy?
1840 - 1928/Male/EnglishA novelist and poet, Hardy wrote of tragic characters struggling against their passions and social circumstances.
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Kavishala has 50 poems and stories by Thomas Hardy, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Thomas Hardy
The Year’s Awakening
How do you know that the pilgrim trackAlong the belting zodiac
At The Railway Station, Upways
‘There is not much that I can do,For I’ve no money that’s quite my own!’
Architectural Masks
IThere is a house with ivied walls,And mullioned windows worn and old,
Waiting Both
A star looks down at me,And says: “Here I and you
The Ghost Of The Past
We two kept house, the Past and I,The Past and I;
The Choirmaster’s Burial
He often would ask usThat, when he died,
The Fallow Deer At The Lonely House
One without looks in tonightThrough the curtain-*****
He Never Expected Much
Well, World, you have kept faith with me,Kept faith with me;
A Thunderstorm In Town
(A Reminiscence, )She wore a ‘terra-cotta’ dress,And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
My Spirit Will Not Haunt The Mound
My spirit will not haunt the moundAbove my breast,
To An Unborn Pauper Child
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently,And though thy birth-hour beckons thee,
Heredity
I am the family face;Flesh perishes, I live on,
Selected Quotes by Thomas Hardy (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
‘There is not much that I can do,For I’ve no money that’s quite my own!’
How do you know that the pilgrim trackAlong the belting zodiac
My spirit will not haunt the moundAbove my breast,
IThere is a house with ivied walls,And mullioned windows worn and old,
He often would ask usThat, when he died,
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently,And though thy birth-hour beckons thee,
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