Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

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Biography

Thomas Hood was an English poet, author and humorist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Song of the Shirt". Hood wrote regularly for The London Magazine, Athenaeum, and Punch.

"Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!"

Thomas Hood

"Home-made dishes that drive one from home."

Thomas Hood

"Another tumble! That's his precious nose!"

Thomas Hood

"Pity it is to slay the meanest thing."

Thomas Hood

"The things we liked most of course were the things that more or less selected or symbolized our own feelings of conditions and life in general. For example, I recall that we liked Thomas Hood's "The Sound of the ship" Now, nothing could come closer to the way we felt than that particular poem. We also read and managed an interest in that other one, "The Bridge of Sighs" also by Thomas Hood. Later, we found "The Masque of Anarchy" by Shelley, and of course in addition to that there were the Jewish poets, like Rosenfeld and Edelshtat. They were magnificent in their writing, in their poetry depicting the life of the people in the shop."

Thomas Hood

"There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid."

Thomas Hood

"Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther."

Thomas Hood

"I saw old Autumn in the misty mornStand shadowless like silence, listeningTo silence, for no lonely bird would singInto his hollow ear from woods forlorn,Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; --Shaking his languid locks all dewy brightWith tangled gossamer that fell by night,Pearling his coronet of golden corn."

Thomas Hood

"Peace and rest at length have comeAll the day's long toil is past,And each heart is whispering, 'Home,Home at last."

Thomas Hood

"O God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!"

Thomas Hood

"When Eve upon the first of men The apple pressed with specious cant Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not adamant."

Thomas Hood

"The year's in the wane There is nothing adoring The night has no eve And the day has no morning Cold winter gives warning!"

Thomas Hood

"There are three things which the public will always clamor for sooner or later: namely novelty novelty novelty."

Thomas Hood

"It is not linen you're wearing out But human creatures' lives."

Thomas Hood

"Oh! would I were dead now Or up in my bed now To cover my head now And have a good cry!"

Thomas Hood

"I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence."

Thomas Hood

"When Eve upon the first of MenThe apple press’d with specious cant,Oh! what a thousand pities thenThat Adam was not adamant!"

Thomas Hood

"Oh God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!"

Thomas Hood

"O bed! O bed! Delicious bed! That heaven on earth to the weary head!"

Thomas Hood

"Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow hard and cold"

Thomas Hood

"Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past And each heart is whispering "Home Home at last!""

Thomas Hood

"Oh God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!"

Thomas Hood

"English 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!"

Thomas Hood

"No shade no shine no butterflies no bees No fruits no flowers no leaves no birds November!"

Thomas Hood