Thomas Hood Quotes
Top 70 wise famous quotes and sayings by Thomas Hood
Thomas Hood Famous Quotes & Sayings
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When Eve upon the first of Men
The apple press'd with specious cant,
Oh! what a thousand pities then
That Adam was not adamant!
The apple press'd with specious cant,
Oh! what a thousand pities then
That Adam was not adamant!
Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.
The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!
As for my feet, the little feet
You used to call so pretty,
There's one, I know, in Bedford Row,
The t'other's in the City.
You used to call so pretty,
There's one, I know, in Bedford Row,
The t'other's in the City.
What is a modern poet's fate? / To write his thoughts upon a slate; / The critic spits on what is done, / Gives it a wipe - and all is gone.
O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.
She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.
It was not in the winter
Our loving lot was cast!
It was the time of roses,
We plucked them as we passed!
Our loving lot was cast!
It was the time of roses,
We plucked them as we passed!
Peace and rest at length have come
All the day's long toil is past,
And each heart is whispering, 'Home,
Home at last.
All the day's long toil is past,
And each heart is whispering, 'Home,
Home at last.
We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.
Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
There is a silence where hath been no sound. There is a silence where no sound may be in the cold grave under the deep deep sea.
The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.
I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.
I love thee - I love thee,
'Tis all that I can say,
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day.
'Tis all that I can say,
It is my vision in the night,
My dreaming in the day.