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"A certain portion of the human race
Has certainly a taste for being diddled."
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. A Black Job. |
"The best of friends fall out, and so
His teeth had done some years ago."
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. A True Story. |
"I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence,"
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. Autumn (l. 1-3). . .
Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press. |
"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 (1799-1845), British poet. Faithless Nelly Gray (l. 1-4). . .
New Oxford Book of English Light Verse, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Oxford University Press. |
"O, Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray!
Is this your love so warm?
The love that loves a scarlet coat
Should be more uniform!"
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. repr. In Complete Poetical Works, ed. Walter Jerrold (1906). Faithless Nelly Gray (1826). |
"And then in the fulness of joy and hope,
Seemed washing his hands with invisible soap,
In imperceptible water."
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. "Her Christening," Miss Kilmansegg (1841-1843). |
"I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn."
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. repr. In Complete Poetical Works, ed. Walter Jerrold (1906). I Remember, st. 1 (1827). |
"I remember, I remember
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm further off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy."
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. I Remember, I Remember (l. 25-32). . .
New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press. |
"No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds—November!"
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. No! (L. 22-23). . .
Fireside Book of Humorous Poetry, The. William Cole, ed. (1959) Simon and Schuster. |
"But who would rush at a benighted man,
And give him two black eyes for being blind?"
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. Ode to Rae Wilson. |
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