Thomas Hood

(1789-1845 / London / England)

Thomas Hood Poems

1. The Lost Heir 1/6/2015
2. Sonnet To My Wife 4/5/2010
3. Sonnet -Written In Keats 4/5/2010
4. The Lee Shore 4/5/2010
5. The Mary (A Sea-Side Sketch) 4/5/2010
6. The Key (A Moorish Romance) 4/5/2010
7. To Fancy 4/5/2010
8. Time, Hope And Memory 4/5/2010
9. The Exile 4/5/2010
10. To An Absentee 4/5/2010
11. To An Enthusiast 4/5/2010
12. Ode To W. Kitchener, M.D. 4/5/2010
13. That Flesh Is Grass Is Now As Clear As Day 4/5/2010
14. Let Us Make A Leap, My Dear 4/5/2010
15. Sigh On, Sad Heart, For Love's Eclipse 4/5/2010
16. Ode To Rae Wilson Esq. 4/5/2010
17. The Two Swans (A Fairy Tale) 4/5/2010
18. The Workhouse Clock 4/5/2010
19. The Forsaken 4/5/2010
20. The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies 4/5/2010
21. The Poet's Portion 4/5/2010
22. Sonnet (Written In A Volume Of Shakespeare) 4/5/2010
23. Sonnet For The 14th Of February 4/5/2010
24. To A Child Embracing His Mother 4/5/2010
25. To A Cold Beauty 4/5/2010
26. Love, Dearest Lady, Such As I Would Speak 4/5/2010
27. The Lady's Dream 4/5/2010
28. Ode To The Great Unknown 4/5/2010
29. Sonnet On Receiving A Gift 4/5/2010
30. The Cigar 4/5/2010
31. She's Up And Gone, The Graceless Girl 4/5/2010
32. To Hope 4/5/2010
33. The Two Peacocks Of Bedfont 4/5/2010
34. The Pauper's Christmas Carol 4/5/2010
35. There Is Dew For The Flow'Ret 4/5/2010
36. Sonnet To Ocean 4/5/2010
37. Ode To The Moon 4/5/2010
38. The Sea Of Death 4/5/2010
39. Still Glides The Gentle Streamlet On 4/5/2010
40. Lines On Seeing My Wife And Two Children Sleeping In The Same Chamber 4/5/2010
Best Poem of Thomas Hood

I Remember, I Remember

I Remember, I Remember

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.

I remember, I remember
The roses red and white,
The violets and the lily cups--
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember
Where I was used to ...

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Tim Turpin

Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind,
And ne'er had seen the skies :
For Nature, when his head was made,
Forgot to dot his eyes.

So, like a Christmas pedagogue,
Poor Tim was forced to do -
Look out for pupils; for he had
A vacancy for two.

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