“When Eve upon the first of men The apple pressed with specious cant Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not adamant.”
Thomas Hood“Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.”
Thomas Hood“Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!”
Thomas Hood“I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.”
Thomas Hood“Oh! would I were dead now Or up in my bed now To cover my head now And have a good cry!”
Thomas Hood“No shade no shine no butterflies no bees No fruits no flowers no leaves no birds November!”
Thomas Hood“English I remember I remember The house where I was born The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!”
Thomas Hood“Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past And each heart is whispering "Home Home at last!"”
Thomas Hood