Thomas Hood Quotes

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

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

Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap
In imperceptible water.

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.

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!

Home-made dishes that drive one from home.

Oh bed! oh bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

Oh would I were dead now,
Or up in my bed now,
To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

But evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as want of heart.

'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.

Each cloud-capt mountain is a holy altar; An organ breathes in every grove;
And the full heart 's a Psalter,
Rich in deep hymn of gratitude and love.

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

A man that's fond precociously of stirring, Must be a spoon.

Oh, Men, with Sisters dear!
Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives!
It is not linen you're wearing out,
But human creatures' lives!

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