Quotes by Thomas Hood

“I saw old Autumn in the misty mornStand shadowless like silence, listeningTo silence, for no lonely bird would singInto his hollow ear from woods forlorn,Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; --Shaki...”

“Peace and rest at length have comeAll the day's long toil is past,And each heart is whispering, 'Home,Home at last.”

“No sunno moon! No mornno noonNo dawn No skyno earthly view No distance looking blueNo roadno streetno "t'other side the way" No end to any Row No indications where the Crescents go No top to any st...”

“SilenceTHERE is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the cold graveunder the deep, deep sea, Or in wide desert where no life is found, Which hath bee...”

“I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.”

“Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!”

“Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.”

“When Eve upon the first of MenThe apple pressd with specious cant,Oh! what a thousand pities thenThat Adam was not adamant!”

“When Eve upon the first of men The apple pressed with specious cant Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not adamant.”

“The year's in the wane There is nothing adoring The night has no eve And the day has no morning Cold winter gives warning!”

“Oh God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!”

“There are three things which the public will always clamor for sooner or later: namely novelty novelty novelty.”

“It is not linen you're wearing out But human creatures' lives.”

“O bed! O bed! Delicious bed! That heaven on earth to the weary head!”

“Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow hard and cold”

“Peace and rest at length have come All the day's long toil is past And each heart is whispering "Home Home at last!"”

“English 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...”

“No shade no shine no butterflies no bees No fruits no flowers no leaves no birds November!”

“O God! that bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!”

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