Thomas Hood
A Lake And A Fairy Boat by Thomas Hood

A Lake And A Fairy Boat by Thomas Hood

A lake and a fairy boatTo sail in the moonlight clear, -And merrily we would floatFrom the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silkAnd strings of oriental ...

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The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies by Thomas Hood

The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies by Thomas Hood

I 'Twas in that mellow season of the year When the hot sun singes the yellow leaves Till they be gold,—and with a broader sphere The Moon looks down on Ceres and her ...

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Ruth by Thomas Hood

Ruth by Thomas Hood

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. On her cheek an autumn flush, ...

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On Mistress Nicely, A Pattern For Housekeepers by Thomas Hood

On Mistress Nicely, A Pattern For Housekeepers by Thomas Hood

She was a woman peerless in her station, With household virtues wedded to her name; Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in her fame; And pure and clear-starched in her ...

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Is There A Bitter Pang For Love Removed by Thomas Hood

Is There A Bitter Pang For Love Removed by Thomas Hood

Is there a bitter pang for love removed, O God! The dead love doth not cost more tears Than the alive, the loving, the beloved— Not yet, not yet beyond all hopes and fears! ...

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A Parental Ode To My Son, Aged 3 Years And 5 Months by Thomas Hood

A Parental Ode To My Son, Aged 3 Years And 5 Months by Thomas Hood

Thou happy, happy elf! (But stop,—first let me kiss away that tear—) Thou tiny image of myself! (My love, he's poking peas into his ear!) Thou merry, laughing sprite! With ...

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Gold! by Thomas Hood

Gold! by Thomas Hood

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!Bright and yellow, hard and coldMolten, graven, hammered and rolled,Heavy to get and light to hold,Hoarded, bartered, bought and sold,Stolen, borrowed, ...

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November by Thomas Hood

November by Thomas Hood

No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member - No shade, no ...

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Ode To Melancholy by Thomas Hood

Ode To Melancholy by Thomas Hood

Come, let us set our careful breasts, Like Philomel, against the thorn, To aggravate the inward grief, That makes her accents so forlorn; The world has many cruel points, Whereby ...

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Fair Ines by Thomas Hood

Fair Ines by Thomas Hood

O saw ye not fair Ines? She 's gone into the West, To dazzle when the sun is down, And rob the world of rest: She took our daylight with her, The smiles that ...

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Death by Thomas Hood

Death by Thomas Hood

It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; That sometime these bright stars, that now reply In sunlight to the sun, shall set ...

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Faithless Sally Brown by Thomas Hood

Faithless Sally Brown by Thomas Hood

Young Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade; And he fell in love with Sally Brown, That was a lady's maid. But as they fetch'd a walk one day, ...

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No! by Thomas Hood

No! by Thomas Hood

No sun--no moon!No morn--no noon!No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day--No sky--no earthly view--No distance looking blue--No road--no street--no "t'other side this way"--No end ...

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Past And Present by Thomas Hood

Past And Present by Thomas Hood

I remember, I rememberThe house where I was born,The little window where the sunCame peeping in at morn;He never came a wink too soonNor bought too long a day;But now, I often ...

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The Bridge Of Sighs by Thomas Hood

The Bridge Of Sighs by Thomas Hood

One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashion'd so slenderly Young, ...

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Autumn by Thomas Hood

Autumn by Thomas Hood

I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly ...

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Faithless Nelly Gray by Thomas Hood

Faithless Nelly Gray by Thomas Hood

A Pathetic BalladBen 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.Now as they bore him off the field,Said he, ...

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Autumn Iii by Thomas Hood

Autumn Iii by Thomas Hood

The Autumn is old, The sere leaves are flying;— He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;— Old Age, begin sighing! The vintage is ripe, The harvest is heaping;— But some that ...

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The Dream Fairy by Thomas Hood

The Dream Fairy by Thomas Hood

A little fairy comes at night,Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown’with silver spots upon her wings,And from the moon she flutters down.She has a little silver wand,And when a ...

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Anticipation by Thomas Hood

Anticipation by Thomas Hood

'Coming events cast their shadow before.'I had a vision in the summer light— Sorrow was in it, and my inward sight Ached with sad images. The touch of tears Gushed down my ...

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Allegory: A Moral Vehicle by Thomas Hood

Allegory: A Moral Vehicle by Thomas Hood

I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure Because on Sundays for a little jaunt He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure; Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant. I had ...

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Silence by Thomas Hood

Silence by Thomas Hood

SilenceThere is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold grave—under the deep, deep sea,Or in wide desert where no life is ...

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A Lake And A Fairy Boat by Thomas Hood

A Lake And A Fairy Boat by Thomas Hood

A lake and a fairy boatTo sail in the moonlight clear, -And merrily we would floatFrom the dragons that watch us here! Thy gown should be snow-white silkAnd strings of oriental ...

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The Dream Of Eugene Aram by Thomas Hood

The Dream Of Eugene Aram by Thomas Hood

'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: There were some that ran and some that leapt, Like ...

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Christmas Holidays by Thomas Hood

Christmas Holidays by Thomas Hood

Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise Struggles along, drawn by a pair of bays, With Reverend Mr. Crow and six small boys, Who ...

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The Sun Was Slumbering In The West by Thomas Hood

The Sun Was Slumbering In The West by Thomas Hood

The sun was slumbering in the West, My daily labors past; On Anna's soft and gentle breast My head reclined at last; The darkness closed around, so dear To fond congenial souls, ...

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Farewell, Life! My Senses Swim by Thomas Hood

Farewell, Life! My Senses Swim by Thomas Hood

Farewell, Life! My senses swim, And the world is growing dim; Thronging shadows cloud the light, Like the advent of the night,— Colder, colder, colder still, Upward steals a vapor ...

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Hymn To The Sun by Thomas Hood

Hymn To The Sun by Thomas Hood

Giver of glowing light! Though but a god of other days, The kings and sages Of wiser ages Still live and gladden in thy genial rays! King of the tuneful lyre, Still poets' hymns ...

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Birthday Verses by Thomas Hood

Birthday Verses by Thomas Hood

Good morrow to the golden morning, Good morrow to the world's delight— I've come to bless thy life's beginning, Since it makes my own so bright! I have brought no roses, sweetest, ...

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The Lay Of The Laborer by Thomas Hood

The Lay Of The Laborer by Thomas Hood

A spade! a rake! a hoe! A pickaxe, or a bill! A hook to reap, or a scythe to mow, A flail, or what ye will— And here's a ready hand To ply the needful tool, And skill'd enough, by ...

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Allegory by Thomas Hood

Allegory by Thomas Hood

I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure Because on Sundays for a little jaunt He was so fast and showy, quite a treasure; Although he sometimes kicked and shied aslant. I had ...

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The Haunted House by Thomas Hood

The Haunted House by Thomas Hood

Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling,With all the dark solemnities that show That Death is in the dwelling!Oh, very, ...

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A Retrospective Review by Thomas Hood

A Retrospective Review by Thomas Hood

IOh, when I was a tiny boy, My days and nights were full of joy, My mates were blithe and kind!— No wonder that I sometimes sigh, And dash the tear-drop from my eye, To cast a ...

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Time Of Roses by Thomas Hood

Time Of Roses by Thomas Hood

It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses— We pluck'd them as we pass'd! That churlish season never frown'd On early ...

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The Death Bed by Thomas Hood

The Death Bed by Thomas Hood

We watch'd her breathing thro' the night,Her breathing soft and low,As in her breast the wave of lifeKept heaving to and fro.But when the morn came dim and sadAnd chill with early ...

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Verses Written In An Album by Thomas Hood

Verses Written In An Album by Thomas Hood

Far above the hollow Tempest, and its moan, Singeth bright Apollo In his golden zone,— Cloud doth never shade him, Nor a storm invade him, On his joyous throne. So when I behold ...

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I Love Thee by Thomas Hood

I Love Thee by Thomas Hood

I love thee—I love thee! 'Tis all that I can say;— It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day; The very echo of my heart, The blessing when I pray: I love thee—I love ...

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Miss Killmansegg And Her Precious Leg.  A Legend by Thomas Hood

Miss Killmansegg And Her Precious Leg. A Legend by Thomas Hood

“Who hath not felt that breath in the air,A perfume and freshness strange and rare,A warmth in the light, and a bliss everywhere,When young hearts yearn together?All sweets below, ...

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Midnight by Thomas Hood

Midnight by Thomas Hood

Unfathomable Night! how dost thou sweep Over the flooded earth, and darkly hide The mighty city under thy full tide; Making a silent palace for old Sleep, Like his own temple ...

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By Eve’Ry Sweet Tradition Of True Hearts by Thomas Hood

By Eve’Ry Sweet Tradition Of True Hearts by Thomas Hood

By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts, Graven by Time, in love with his own lore; By all old martyrdoms and antique smarts, Wherein Love died to be alive the more; Yea, by the ...

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Flowers by Thomas Hood

Flowers by Thomas Hood

I will not have the mad Clytie,Whose head is turned by the sun; The tulip is a courtly queen,Whom, therefore, I will shun; The cowslip is a country wench,The violet is a nun; -But ...

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The Exile by Thomas Hood

The Exile by Thomas Hood

The swallow with summer Will wing o'er the seas, The wind that I sigh to Will visit thy trees. The ship that it hastens Thy ports will contain, But me!—I must never See England ...

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In Rotterdam by Thomas Hood

In Rotterdam by Thomas Hood

II gaze upon a city,— A city new and strange,— Down many a watery vista My fancy takes a range; From side to side I saunter, And wonder where I am; And can you be in England, And ...

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False Poets And True (To Wordsworth) by Thomas Hood

False Poets And True (To Wordsworth) by Thomas Hood

Look how the lark soars upward and is gone, Turning a spirit as he nears the sky! His voice is heard, but body there is none To fix the vague excursions of the eye. So, poets' ...

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Bianca’s Dream – A Venetian Story by Thomas Hood

Bianca’s Dream – A Venetian Story by Thomas Hood

BIANCA!—fair Bianca!—who could dwellWith safety on her dark and hazel gaze,Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell,Fatal to balmy nights and blessed days?The peaceful breath ...

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Lycus The Centaur by Thomas Hood

Lycus The Centaur by Thomas Hood

FROM AN UNROLLED MANUSCRIPT OF APOLLONIUS CURIUS (The Argument: Lycus, detained by Circe in her magical dominion, is beloved by a Water Nymph, who, desiring to render him ...

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Ode To Autumn by Thomas Hood

Ode To Autumn by Thomas Hood

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor ...

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The Water Lady by Thomas Hood

The Water Lady by Thomas Hood

Alas, the moon should ever beam To show what man should never see!— I saw a maiden on a stream, And fair was she! I staid awhile, to see her throw Her tresses black, that all ...

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The Departure Of Summer by Thomas Hood

The Departure Of Summer by Thomas Hood

Summer is gone on swallows' wings, And Earth has buried all her flowers: No more the lark,—the linnet—sings, But Silence sits in faded bowers. There is a shadow on the plain Of ...

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Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Clapham Academy by Thomas Hood

Ode On A Distant Prospect Of Clapham Academy by Thomas Hood

IAh me! those old familiar bounds! That classic house, those classic grounds My pensive thought recalls! What tender urchins now confine, What little captives now repine, Within ...

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