Thomas Hood
Thomas Hood
Thomas Hoodwas an English poet, author and humourist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Song of the Shirt". Hood wrote regularly for The London Magazine, the Athenaeum, and Punch. He later published a magazine largely consisting of his own works. Hood, never robust, lapsed into invalidism by the age of 41 and died at the age of 45. William Michael Rossetti in 1903 called him "the finest English poet" between the generations of Shelley...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth23 May 1799
spring dust wings
What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me 'dust to dust.'
conceited wind people
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
spring flower air
Tis like the birthday of the world, When earth was born in bloom; The light is made of many dyes, The air is all perfume: There's crimson buds, and white and blue, The very rainbow showers Have turned to blossoms where they fell, And sown the earth with flowers.
lakes swans swim
There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
summer autumn sky
How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
moon fickle shade
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!
blessing sorrow literature
Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.
pity
Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.
birthday brother flower
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.
yellow gold jewelry
Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
christmas laughter bells
Bells are musics laughter.
kissing glowing light
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.
tails mouths said
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
three-things novelty clamor
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.