Thomas Hood Quotes

• His death which happened in his berth, At forty-odd befell: They went and told the sexton, and The sexton tolled the bell.
• 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.
• 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.
• And there is ev'n a happiness That makes the heart afraid!
• There's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy.
• But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart.
• I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence.
• Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square.
• Never go to France Unless you know the lingo, If you do, like me, You will repent, by jingo.
• 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.
• 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!
• Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
• 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.'
• Work! work! work! While the cock is crowing aloof! And work-work-work, Till the stars shine through the roof!
• Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
• Oh, God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
• '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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