Thomas Hood

(1789-1845 / London / England)


  • ''A certain portion of the human race
    Has certainly a taste for being diddled.''
    Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. A Black Job.
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  • ''The best of friends fall out, and so
    His teeth had done some years ago.''
    Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. A True Story.
  • ''I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
    Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
    To silence,''
    Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. Autumn (l. 1-3). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.
  • ''Ben 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.''
    Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. Faithless Nelly Gray (l. 1-4). . . New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press.
  • ''O, Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray!
    Is this your love so warm?
    The love that loves a scarlet coat
    Should be more uniform!''
    Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. repr. In Complete Poetical Works, ed. Walter Jerrold (1906). Faithless Nelly Gray (1826).
  • ''And then in the fulness of joy and hope,
    Seemed washing his hands with invisible soap,
    In imperceptible water.''
    Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. "Her Christening," Miss Kilmansegg (1841-1843).
  • ''I remember, I remember,
    The house where I was born,
    The little window where the sun
    Came peeping in at morn.''
    Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. repr. In Complete Poetical Works, ed. Walter Jerrold (1906). I Remember, st. 1 (1827).
  • ''I remember, I remember
    The fir trees dark and high;
    I used to think their slender tops
    Were close against the sky;
    It was a childish ignorance,
    But now 'tis little joy
    To know I'm further off from Heaven
    Than when I was a boy.''
    Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. I Remember, I Remember (l. 25-32). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.
  • ''No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
    No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds—November!''
    Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. No! (L. 22-23). . . Fireside Book of Humorous Poetry, The. William Cole, ed. (1959) Simon and Schuster.
  • ''But who would rush at a benighted man,
    And give him two black eyes for being blind?''
    Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. Ode to Rae Wilson.

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The Song of the Shirt

The Song of the Shirt

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread--
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch

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