Thomas Hood Quotes

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.

No sun—no moon—no morn—no noon,
No dawn—no dusk—no proper time of day,
No warmth—no cheerfulness—no healthful ease,
No road, no street, no t' other side the way,
No comfortable feel in any member—
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!

There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,—
In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea,
Or in the wide desert where no life is found.

Home-made dishes that drive one from home.

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

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold.

Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past,
And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last."

Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks.

Never go to France
Unless you know the lingo,
If you do, like me,
You will repent, by jingo.

There's a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

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!

And lo! the universal air
Seemed lit with ghastly flame;
Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes
Were looking down in blame.

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.

When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken,
What can an old man do but die?

His death which happened in his berth,
At forty-odd befell:
They went and told the sexton, and
The sexton tolled the bell.