Thomas Hood

(1789-1845 / London / England)

Thomas Hood Poems

81. The Death Bed 1/3/2003
82. Allegory: A Moral Vehicle 1/3/2003
83. Ruth 12/31/2002
84. Fair Ines 12/31/2002
85. Midnight 4/5/2010
86. Autumn Iii 4/5/2010
87. Allegory 12/31/2002
88. Flowers 1/3/2003
89. Death 12/31/2002
90. Christmas Holidays 12/31/2002
91. Faithless Sally Brown 12/31/2002
92. Anticipation 4/5/2010
93. Past And Present 1/3/2003
94. Silence 12/31/2002
95. Faithless Nelly Gray 1/3/2003
96. The Bridge Of Sighs 12/31/2002
97. The Song Of The Shirt 12/31/2002
98. A Lake And A Fairy Boat 1/3/2003
99. Autumn 12/31/2002
100. No! 1/3/2003
101. Gold! 1/3/2003
102. November 12/31/2002
103. I Remember, I Remember 12/31/2002

Comments about Thomas Hood

  • Collette Anne Kearns Collette Anne Kearns (10/7/2015 10:49:00 AM)

    My Mother loved this poem. the last few lines made her sad though. She would often comment that the speaker should have been closer to Heaven the older he became.

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  • Dan Reynolds Dan Reynolds (9/23/2014 7:32:00 AM)

    You show some promise, but the archaic language lets you down. Try to read some good contemporary poets and expand your thoughts without the restriction of form.

  • David Solomon (10/4/2009 3:26:00 PM)

    what a meaningful poem that taught me the meaning of sacrifice, the woman decided to make a song of her pains to make the rich happy although the song will never reach the rich

Best Poem of Thomas Hood

I Remember, I Remember

I Remember, I Remember

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.

I remember, I remember
The roses red and white,
The violets and the lily cups--
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,--
The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember
Where I was used to ...

Read the full of I Remember, I Remember

Tim Turpin

Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind,
And ne'er had seen the skies :
For Nature, when his head was made,
Forgot to dot his eyes.

So, like a Christmas pedagogue,
Poor Tim was forced to do -
Look out for pupils; for he had
A vacancy for two.

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