Thomas Hood
Thomas Hood
Thomas Hoodwas an English poet, author and humourist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Song of the Shirt". Hood wrote regularly for The London Magazine, the Athenaeum, and Punch. He later published a magazine largely consisting of his own works. Hood, never robust, lapsed into invalidism by the age of 41 and died at the age of 45. William Michael Rossetti in 1903 called him "the finest English poet" between the generations of Shelley...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth23 May 1799
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That picture raffles will conduce to nourish - Design, or cause coloring to flourish, Admits of logic chopping and wise - sawing, For surely lotteries encourage drawing
broken peace
Alas! my everlasting peace / Is broken into pieces.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,/ No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, - November!
bright gold hard
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
dying fears hopes sleeping
Our very hopes belied our fears, / Our fears our hopes belied - / We thought her dying when she slept, / And sleeping when she died!
critic gives modern thoughts
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.
death happened
His death which happened in his berth, / At forty-odd befell: / They went and told the sexton, and / The sexton toll'd the bell.
came house sun window
I remember, I remember, / The house where I was born, / The little window where the sun / Came peeping in at morn.
came dear fell glad humorous
I never nursed a dear gazelle, / To glad me with its dappled hide, / But when it came to know me well / It fell upon the buttered side.
pleasures
For one of the pleasures of having a rout, / Is the pleasure of having it over.
catch crooked dropped heed king nor pins queen sea
If you were queen of bloaters / And I were king of soles, / The sea we'd wag our fins in. / Nor heed the crooked pins in / The water, dropped by boaters / To catch our heedless joles.
hollow marry voice
A hollow voice is all I have / But this I tell you plain, / Marry come up! - you marry, Ma'am, / And I'll come up again.
three-things novelty clamor
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.
birthday years bliss
So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears