Thomas Hood

1798 - 1845

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 evil, heart, and thought

But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart!

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: The Lady's Dream

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on gold

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Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold.

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: Her Moral.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on melancholy

There 's not a string attuned to mirth But has its chord in melancholy.

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: Ode to Melancholy.

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A Quote by Thomas Hood on men and pity

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When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant!

Thomas Hood (1798 - 1845)

Source: A Reflection

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