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
death happened
His death which happened in his berth, / At forty-odd befell: / They went and told the sexton, and / The sexton toll'd the bell.
came dear fell glad humorous
I never nursed a dear gazelle, / To glad me with its dappled hide, / But when it came to know me well / It fell upon the buttered side.
catch crooked dropped heed king nor pins queen sea
If you were queen of bloaters / And I were king of soles, / The sea we'd wag our fins in. / Nor heed the crooked pins in / The water, dropped by boaters / To catch our heedless joles.
pleasures
For one of the pleasures of having a rout, / Is the pleasure of having it over.
convenient cook plan saves
It's very convenient and saves me from having to plan and cook meals.
loving time winter
It was not in the winter / Our loving lot was cast! / It was the time of roses, / We plucked them as we passed!
dawn noon proper sun time
No sun - no moon! / No morn - no noon - / No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day -
hollow marry voice
A hollow voice is all I have / But this I tell you plain, / Marry come up! - you marry, Ma'am, / And I'll come up again.
leave second
For here I leave my second leg, / And the Forty-second Foot.
three-things novelty clamor
There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.
birthday years bliss
So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
heart
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
heart evil want
But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!
fear sleep dying
Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.