Top 15 Thomas Hood Quotes

'Tis strange how like a very dunce,
Man, with his bumps upon his sconce,
Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he
Has had, till lately, of Phrenology—
A science that by simple dint of
Head-combing he should find a hint of,
When scratching o'er those little pole-hills
The faculties throw up like mole hills.

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.

No solemn sanctimonious face I pull, Nor think I'm pious when I'm only bilious; Nor study in my sanctum supercilious,
To frame a Sabbath Bill or forge a Bull.

Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.

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.

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

A wife who preaches in her gown,
And lectures in her night-dress.

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

Another tumble! That's his precious nose!

How widely its agencies vary,—
To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,—
As even its minted coins express,
Now stamped with the image of Good Queen Bess,
And now of a Bloody Mary.

Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old
To the very verge of the churchyard mould.

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

Home-made dishes that drive one from home.

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

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