Thomas Hood

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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Valentines
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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Nature
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There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Happiness
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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Nature
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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Travel
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Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
- Thomas Hood
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A moment's thinking is an hour in words.
- Thomas Hood
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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
- Thomas Hood
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There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.
- Thomas Hood
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A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
- Thomas Hood
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That a man be willing, when others are so too, as far forth as for peace and defence of himself he shall think it necessary, to lay down this right to all things; and be contented with so much liberty against other men, as he would allow other men against himself.
- Thomas Hood
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The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.
- Thomas Hood
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'Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
- Thomas Hood
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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Flower
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What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Soul
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I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Long
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When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Men
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When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive?
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Inspirational
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How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Sympathy
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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Inspirational
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Coquetry is the champagne of love.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Coquette
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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Sleep
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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Cutting
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There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Three
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He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Lying
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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Red
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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'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.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: New Year
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Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Dream
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Summer
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Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Tails
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It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Ignorance
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Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Fear
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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Love
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She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Kissing
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No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Flower
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And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Heart
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The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Love
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Lying
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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.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Life
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I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Ignorance
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We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Life
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Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Sweet
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What is a modern poet's fate? / To write his thoughts upon a slate; / The critic spits on what is done, / Gives it a wipe - and all is gone.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Writing
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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Sweet
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Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.
- Thomas Hood
Collection: Pity