Thomas Hood Quotes
May 23, 1799 – May 3, 1845
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One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fashion'd so slenderly Young, and so fair!
The Bridge of Sighs (1844), st. 1-2. 
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More Thomas Hood Quotes
With fingers wearyand 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
She sang the "Song of the Shirt."
— The Song of the Shirt (1843)
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.
Thomas Hood— I Remember, I Remember, st. 1 (1827).
Pity it is to slay the meanest thing.
Thomas Hood— Plea of the Midsummer Fairies; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
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— The Routledge Dictionary of Religious & Spiritual Quotations (p. 84)
Of horn and morn, and hark and bark,And echo's answering sounds,All poets' wit hath ever writIn dog-rel verse of hounds.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Epping Hunt, Stanza 10.
Over the brink of itPicture it—think of it,Dissolute man.Lave in it—drink of itThen, if you can.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Bridge of Sighs.
Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,And flesh and blood so cheap!
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Song of a Shirt.
For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
Thomas Hood— Morning Meditations (1839).
A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :;:; Must be a spoon.
Thomas Hood— Morning Meditations (1839), St. 10.
Work! work! work! While the cock is crowing aloof! And work work work, Till the stars shine through the roof!
Thomas Hood— St. 2. (The Song of the Shirt (1843))
Oh, Men, with Sisters dear! Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
Thomas Hood— St. 4. (The Song of the Shirt (1843))
There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
Thomas Hood— Her Honeymoon; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Home-made dishes that drive one from home.
Thomas Hood— Her Honeymoon; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Spurned by the young, but hugged by the old To the very verge of the churchyard mould.
Thomas Hood— Her Moral; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Each cloud-capt mountain is a holy altar; An organ breathes in every grove; And the full heart's a Psalter, Rich in deep hymn of gratitude and love.
Thomas Hood— Ode to Rae Wilson; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
'Tis strange how like a very dunce, Man, with his bumps upon his sconce, Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he Has had, till lately, of Phrenology A science that by simple dint of Head-combing he should find a hint of, When scratching o'er those little pole-hills The faculties throw up like mole hills.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Craniology, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 597.
Peace and rest at length have come, All the day's long toil is past; And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last!"
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Home At Last.
A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :;:; Must be a spoon.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Morning Meditations (1839), St. 10
The wolfsbane I should dread.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Flowers.
There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
Thomas Hood— Her Honeymoon.
The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no Salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, All Round my Hat.
The tulip is a courtly quean, Whom, therefore, I will shun.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Flowers.
Dreary rosmarye That always mourns the dead.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Flowers, reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 682.
Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Town and Country, Stanza 9.
The year's in the wane; there is nothing adorning. The night has no eve, and the day has no morning. Cold winter gives warning!
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Autumn.
It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Song of the Shirt (1843).
While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Song for the Million.
What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched my eyeballs burn, :;:;:;:; I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging Zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, :;:;:;:; And turns me "dust to dust."
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Ode Imitated from Horace (1844), st. 2.
