Thomas Hood (1789-1845 / London / England)
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''A certain portion of the human race
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. A Black Job.
Has certainly a taste for being diddled.'' -
''The best of friends fall out, and so
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. A True Story.
His teeth had done some years ago.'' -
''I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
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.
Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
To silence,'' -
''Ben Battle was a soldier bold,
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.
And used to war's alarms;
But a cannon-ball took off his legs,
So he laid down his arms.'' -
''O, Nelly Gray! O, Nelly Gray!
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. repr. In Complete Poetical Works, ed. Walter Jerrold (1906). Faithless Nelly Gray (1826).
Is this your love so warm?
The love that loves a scarlet coat
Should be more uniform!'' -
''And then in the fulness of joy and hope,
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. "Her Christening," Miss Kilmansegg (1841-1843).
Seemed washing his hands with invisible soap,
In imperceptible water.'' -
''I remember, I remember,
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. repr. In Complete Poetical Works, ed. Walter Jerrold (1906). I Remember, st. 1 (1827).
The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn.'' -
''I remember, I remember
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.
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.'' -
''No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. No! (L. 22-23). . . Fireside Book of Humorous Poetry, The. William Cole, ed. (1959) Simon and Schuster.
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birdsNovember!'' -
''But who would rush at a benighted man,
Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. Ode to Rae Wilson.
And give him two black eyes for being blind?''
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