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).
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)
But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart.
Thomas Hood— The Lady's Dream, st. 16 (1827).
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence.
Thomas Hood— Ode. Autmn, st. 1 (1827).
Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square.
Thomas Hood— A Plain Direction, st. 1.
Alas! for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
Thomas Hood— The Bridge of Sighs (1844), st. 9.
Even God's providence Seeming estranged.
Thomas Hood— The Bridge of Sighs (1844).
She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasped by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
Thomas Hood— Ruth; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Thus she stood amid the stooks, Praising God with sweetest looks.
Thomas Hood— Ruth; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
Thomas Hood— Spring it is cheery; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
A wife who preaches in her gown, And lectures in her night-dress.
Thomas Hood— The Surplice Question; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
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— Home at last; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
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— Faithless Nellie Gray; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :;:; Must be a spoon.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Morning Meditations (1839), St. 10.
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Miss Kilmansegg, Her Dream.
Of horn and morn, and hark and bark, And echo's answering sounds, All poets' wit hath ever writ In dog-rel verse of hounds.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Epping Hunt, Stanza 10.
Oh! would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now And have a good cry!
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, A Table of Errata.
It's very hard! Oh, Dick, my boy, It's very hard one can't enjoy A little private spouting; But sure as Lear or Hamlet lives, Up comes our master, Bounce! and gives The tragic Muse a routing.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, The Stage-Struck Hero.
Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint; But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, The Painter Puzzled. In Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 576-77.
But evil is wrought by want of Thought, As well as want of Heart!
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, The Lady's Dream, Stanza 16
And daisy-stars, whose firmament is green.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Plea of the Midsummer Fairies, 36.
The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Flowers.
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— Thomas Hood, Faithless Nellie Gray.
Where is the pride of Summer, the green prime, The many, many leaves all twinkling? three On the mossed elm; three on the naked lime Trembling, and one upon the old oak tree! Where is the Dryad's immortality?
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Ode, Autumn.
I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, I Remember, I Remember.
The cowslip is a country wench.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Flowers.
Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Flowers.
The pea is but a wanton witch In too much haste to wed, And clasps her rings on every hand.
Thomas Hood— Thomas Hood, Flowers; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922), p. 591.
