Thomas Hood

1798 - 1845

A Quote by Thomas Hood on death and good

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Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: A Table of Errata.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on death

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One more unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death.

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: The Bridge of Sighs.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood

Another tumble! That 's his precious nose!

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: Parental Ode to my Infant Son.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on books and nature

Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves.

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: The Season.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on god and providence

Even God's providence Seeming estrang'd.

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: The Bridge of Sighs.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on lies

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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: Morning Meditations.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on lies

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He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: Her Dream.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on good

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How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary.

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: Her Moral.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on darkness, heaven, ignorance, and joy

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 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: I remember, I remember.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on life, men, motherhood, sister, and wives

O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: The Song of the Shirt.

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