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
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.
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.
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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
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And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast,And been bow'd to the earth by its fury;To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'dWere as harsh as a prejudiced jury -Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime,The regrets of remembrance to cozen,And having obtained a New Trial of Time,Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.
dawn noon proper sun time
No sun - no moon! / No morn - no noon - / No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day -
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It's very convenient and saves me from having to plan and cook meals.
leave second
For here I leave my second leg, / And the Forty-second Foot.
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,/ No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, - November!
pleasures
For one of the pleasures of having a rout, / Is the pleasure of having it over.
broken peace
Alas! my everlasting peace / Is broken into pieces.
loving time winter
It was not in the winter / Our loving lot was cast! / It was the time of roses, / We plucked them as we passed!
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.
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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears