Thomas Hood

(1789-1845 / London / England)

Comments about Thomas Hood

  • Rookie - 200 Points Collette Anne Kearns (10/7/2015 10:49:00 AM)

    My Mother loved this poem. the last few lines made her sad though. She would often comment that the speaker should have been closer to Heaven the older he became.

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  • Veteran Poet - 1,918 Points Dan Reynolds (9/23/2014 7:32:00 AM)

    You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form.

  • Rookie David Solomon (10/4/2009 3:26:00 PM)

    what a meaningful poem that taught me the meaning of sacrifice, the woman decided to make a song of her pains to make the rich happy although the song will never reach the rich



There 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 found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound;
No voice is hush’d—no life treads silently,

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