Thomas Hood Quotes
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I love thee - I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say, It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day.
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With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.
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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.
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But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!
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There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty.
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The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade--now bright and sunny-- But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon--so called--of honey!
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The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!
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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.
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For man may pious texts repeat, And yet religion have no inward seat
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The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
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He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread?
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It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast! It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed!
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Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
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What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial.
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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.
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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
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The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.
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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
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Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.
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My brain is dull, my sight is foul, I cannot write a verse, or read-- Then, Pallas, take away thine Owl, And let us have a lark instead.
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Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.