Thomas Hood Quotes
- 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! - View Quote Details on One more Unfortunate,
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!Take her…
- But evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as want of heart. - View Quote Details on But evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as… - I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence. - View Quote Details on I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like… - 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. - View Quote Details on That very night while gentle sleep
The urchin’s eyelids kissed,
Two stern-faced… - There’s not a string attuned to mirth
But has its chord in melancholy. - View Quote Details on There’s not a string attuned to mirth
But has its chord… - 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! - View Quote Details on My head was like an ardent coal,
My heart as solid… - And lo! the universal air
Seemed lit with ghastly flame;
Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes
Were looking down in blame - View Quote Details on And lo! the universal air
Seemed lit with ghastly flame;
Ten thousand… - With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread—
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang the “Song of the Shirt.” - View Quote Details on With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman… - No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in any member—
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds—
November! - View Quote Details on No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
No comfortable feel in… - And there is ev’n a happiness
That makes the heart afraid! - View Quote Details on And there is ev’n a happiness
That makes the heart afraid! - Oh, Men, with Sisters dear!
Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives!
It is not linen you’re wearing out,
But human creatures’ lives! - View Quote Details on Oh, Men, with Sisters dear!
Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives!
It… - Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap! - View Quote Details on Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and… - 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 ’tis little joy
To know I’m farther off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy. - View Quote Details on I remember, I remember
The fir-trees dark and high;
I used to… - Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work—work—work,
Till the stars shine through the roof! - View Quote Details on Work! work! work!
While the cock is crowing aloof!
And work—work—work,
Till the… - Oh bed! oh bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head. - View Quote Details on Oh bed! oh bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to… - Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun! - View Quote Details on Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun! - Seem’d washing his hands with invisible soap
In imperceptible water. - View Quote Details on Seem’d washing his hands with invisible soap
In imperceptible water. - His death which happened in his berth,
At forty-odd befell:
They went and told the sexton, and
The sexton tolled the bell. - View Quote Details on His death which happened in his berth,
At forty-odd befell:
They went…
About Thomas Hood
Thomas Hood (May 23, 1799 - May 3, 1845 ) was a English humorist and poet.













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