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. To An Absentee 4/5/2010
10. To An Enthusiast 4/5/2010
11. The Exile 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. Sigh On, Sad Heart, For Love's Eclipse 4/5/2010
15. She's Up And Gone, The Graceless Girl 4/5/2010
16. Ode To Rae Wilson Esq. 4/5/2010
17. The Forsaken 4/5/2010
18. The Plea Of The Midsummer Fairies 4/5/2010
19. The Two Swans (A Fairy Tale) 4/5/2010
20. The Workhouse Clock 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. Let Us Make A Leap, My Dear 4/5/2010
30. Sonnet On Receiving A Gift 4/5/2010
31. O Lady, Leave Thy Silken Thread 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. Ode To The Moon 4/5/2010
37. Sonnet To Ocean 4/5/2010
38. Still Glides The Gentle Streamlet On 4/5/2010
39. The Cigar 4/5/2010
40. The Lament Of Toby, The Learned Pig 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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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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