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
sweet morning father
Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
sweet air swim
Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
running sweet singing
Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.
sweet jasmine
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
dying fears hopes sleeping
Our very hopes belied our fears, / Our fears our hopes belied - / We thought her dying when she slept, / And sleeping when she died!
happiness
There is even a happiness - that makes the heart afraid.
critic gives modern thoughts
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.
bright gold hard
Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.
garden grow organic tomatoes
I can't do as much as I used to, but I can still grow a little corn, tomatoes and some cucumbers in my organic garden out back.
fingers heavy needle sat thread weary woman
With fingers weary and worn, / With eyelids heavy and red, / A woman sat in unwomanly rags, / Plying her needle and thread - / Stitch! stitch! stitch!
battle ben laid soldier took
Ben Battle was a soldier bold, / And used to war's alarms: / But a cannon-ball took off his legs, / So he laid down his arms.
insipid sandwiches
Being used but sisterly salutes to feel, Insipid things - like sandwiches of veal
france repent unless
Never go to France - Unless you know the lingo, If you do like me, You will repent by jingo
gone lift weary
One more Unfortunate, / Weary of breath, / Rashly importunate, / Gone to her death. Take her up tenderly, / Lift her with care; / Fashioned so slenderly, / Young, and so fair!