Quotes by Thomas Hood

“No sun—no moon! No morn—no noon—No dawn— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue—No road—no street—no "t'other side the way"— No end to any Row— No indications where the Crescents go— No t...”

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

“When Eve upon the first of MenThe apple press’d 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.”

“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 the ni...”

“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!”

“His death which happened in his berth,At forty-odd befell:They went and told the sexton, andThe sexton tolled the bell.”

“I remember, I rememberThe house where I was born,The little window where the sunCame peeping in at morn;He never came a wink too soonNor brought too long a day;But now, I often wish the nightHad bo...”

“I remember, I rememberThe fir-trees dark and high;I used to think their slender topsWere close against the sky:It was a childish ignorance,But now 'tis little joyTo know I'm farther off from Heaven...”

“And there is ev'n a happinessThat makes the heart afraid!”

“There's not a string attuned to mirthBut has its chord in melancholy.”

“But evil is wrought by want of thought,As well as want of heart.”