Thomas Hood Quotes - Page 3

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• Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread?

  Thomas Hood

  Mother, Art, Moon

  Thomas Hood (2016). “Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated)”, p.313, Delphi Classics

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• 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.

  Thomas Hood

  Men, Letters, May

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• Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.

  Thomas Hood

  Book, Thieves

  Thomas Hood, Françis Freeling Broderip geb Hood “Works: Comic and Serious, in Prose and Verse, with All Original Illustrations”

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• No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.

  Thomas Hood

  Love, Hope, Grief

  Thomas Hood (2016). “Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated)”, p.1147, Delphi Classics

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• Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.

  Thomas Hood

  Fear, Sleep, Dying

  Thomas Hood (1860). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood”, p.170

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• 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.

  Thomas Hood

  Life, Night, Breathing

  Thomas Hood (1871). “The poetical works of Thomas Hood, ed. by W.M. Rossetti”, p.258

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• The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.

  Thomas Hood

  Fall, Years, Teeth

  Thomas Hood (2016). “Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated)”, p.158, Delphi Classics

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• 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.

  Thomas Hood

  Kissing, Light, Glowing

  1827 'Ruth'.

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• No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.

  Thomas Hood

  Flower, Butterfly, Moon

  Thomas Hood, “No!”

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• 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.

  Thomas Hood

  Love, Dams, Bows

  Thomas Hood (1858). “The Miscellaneous Poems of Thomas Hood: Containing Lamia, the Epping Hunt, Odes and Addresses, and Poems of Sentiment, Wit, and Humor, with Notes”, p.174

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• For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.

  Thomas Hood

  Lying, Half, Easy

  Thomas Hood (1972). “The works of Thomas Hood: Comic and serious, in prose and verse”

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• Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

  Thomas Hood

  Yellow, Gold, Jewelry

  Thomas Hood (1859). “The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Biographical Sketch and Notes”, p.306

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• 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.'

  Thomas Hood

  Spring, June, Dust

  Thomas Hood (1866). “The poetical works of Thomas Hood”, p.488

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• It was not in the winter
  Our loving lot was cast!
  It was the time of roses,
  We plucked them as we passed!

  Thomas Hood

  Flower, Winter, Rose

  Thomas Hood (1871). “The poetical works of Thomas Hood, ed. by W.M. Rossetti”, p.252

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• The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

  Thomas Hood

  Autumn, Flying, Gold

  Thomas Hood (1858). “Poems ... Tenth edition”, p.375

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• How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.

  Thomas Hood

  Queens, Agency, Ruins

  Thomas Hood, Thomas Hood (Jr.) (1867). “The Comic Poems of Thomas Hood”, p.99

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• The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade--now bright and sunny-- But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon--so called--of honey!

  Thomas Hood

  Moon, Shade, Honey

  Thomas Hood (1852). “Prose and verse”, p.162

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• The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.

  Thomas Hood

  White, Saint, Lilies

  Thomas Hood (1871). “The poetical works of Thomas Hood, ed. by W.M. Rossetti”, p.220

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• With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.

  Thomas Hood

  Inspirational, Red, Rags

  'The Song of the Shirt' (1843)

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• 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 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

  Thomas Hood

  Ignorance, Dark, Boys

  1826 'I Remember'.

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

  Thomas Hood

  Bed, Cry

  Thomas Hood (1857). “The poetical works of Thomas Hood”, p.435

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• While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.

  Thomas Hood

  Joy, Bells, Able

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• Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!

  Thomas Hood

  Sweet, Air, Swim

  Thomas Hood (1859). “The Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood: With a Biographical Sketch and Notes”, p.456

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• A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth

  Thomas Hood

  Names, Luck, Birth

  Thomas Hood (1871). “The poetical works of Thomas Hood, ed. by W.M. Rossetti”, p.115

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• Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.

  Thomas Hood

  Running, Sweet, Singing

  Thomas Hood, Francis James Child (1856). “The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood”, p.147

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