Thomas Hood Quotations
Thomas Hood (May 23, 1799 – May 3, 1845) was an English humorist and poet.
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- His death which happened in his berth,
At forty-odd befell:
They went and told the sexton, and
The sexton tolled the bell.
- Faithless Sally Brown, st. 17 (1826)
- I remember, I remember
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon
Nor brought too long a day;
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away.
- wikisource:I Remember, I Remember, st. 1 (1827)
- I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky:
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.
- I Remember, I Remember, st. 4
- And there is ev'n a happiness
That makes the heart afraid!
- Ode to Melancholy, st. 6 (1827)
- There's not a string attuned to mirth
But has its chord in melancholy.
- Ode to Melancholy, st. 8
- But evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as want of heart.
- The Lady's Dream, st. 16 (1827)
- I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence.
- Ode. Autmn, st. 1 (1827)
- Straight down the Crooked Lane,
And all round the Square.
- A Plain Direction, st. 1
- Never go to France
Unless you know the lingo,
If you do, like me,
You will repent, by jingo.
- French and English, st. 1 (1839)
- A man that's fond precociously of stirring,
Must be a spoon.
- Morning Meditations (1839), St. 10
- No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member— No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds— November!
- Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.
- Miss Kilmansegg and Her Precious Leg. Her Christening, st. 10 (1841-1843)
- Oh bed! oh bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
- One more Unfortunate,
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!
Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashion'd so slenderly
Young, and so fair!
- The Bridge of Sighs, st. 1-2 (1844)
- Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun!
- The Bridge of Sighs, st. 9
- What joy have I in June's return?
My feet are parched—my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the flagging Zephyr springs,
With dry Macadam on its wings,
And turns me "dust to dust."
- Ode Imitated from Horace (1844), st. 2
The Song of the Shirt (1843)
- With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread—
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the “Song of the Shirt.”
- St. 1
- Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work—work—work,
Till the stars shine through the roof!
- St. 2
- Oh, Men, with Sisters dear!
Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives!
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives!
- St. 4
- Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!
- St. 5
The Dream of Eugene Aram [1]
- 'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: There were some that ran and some that leapt, Like troutlets in a pool.
- And lo! the universal air Seemed lit with ghastly flame; Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes Were looking down in blame
- My head was like an ardent coal, My heart as solid ice; My wretched, wretched soul, I knew, Was at the Devil's price: A dozen times I groaned: the dead Had never groaned but twice!
- That very night while gentle sleep The urchin's eyelids kissed, Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn, Through the cold and heavy mist; And Eugene Aram walked between, With gyves upon his wrist.
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Thomas Hood (23 May 1799 – 3 May 1845) was a British humorist and poet. His son, Tom Hood, became a well known playwright and editor.
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