Thomas Hood Quotes
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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth
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The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations
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While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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Bells are musics laughter.
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My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.
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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.
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Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.
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I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday,- The tree is living yet.
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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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Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication.
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I remember, I remember, The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn.
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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
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Fuss is the froth of business.
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A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.
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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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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.
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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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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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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
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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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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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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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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.