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
sheep gazing gone
Whoe'er has gone thro' London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps Gloating upon a sheep's Or bullock's personals, as if his own; How he admires his halves And quarters--and his calves, As if in truth upon his own legs grown.
conceited wind people
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
war soldier battle
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.
new-year regret adversity
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'd Were 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.
teamwork honey bees
When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?
insomnia heaven earth
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
home heart past
Peace and rest at length have come, All the day's long toil is past; And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last!"
horse fear failure
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
mind wire brass
Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
coquetry coquette champagne
Coquetry is the champagne of love.
valentines-day famous-love art
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
house littles sun
I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.
fall autumn silence
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
flower butterfly autumn
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!