Thomas Hood

(1789-1845 / London / England)

Thomas Hood Poems

81. Christmas Holidays 12/31/2002
82. The Water Lady 4/5/2010
83. Death 12/31/2002
84. The Death Bed 1/3/2003
85. The Haunted House 12/31/2002
86. Autumn 12/31/2002
87. The Stars Are With The Voyager 4/5/2010
88. To A False Friend 4/5/2010
89. Flowers 1/3/2003
90. The Dream Fairy 4/5/2010
91. Allegory 12/31/2002
92. Faithless Sally Brown 12/31/2002
93. Silence 12/31/2002
94. Faithless Nelly Gray 1/3/2003
95. A Lake And A Fairy Boat 1/3/2003
96. The Bridge Of Sighs 12/31/2002
97. The Song Of The Shirt 12/31/2002
98. Time Of Roses 12/31/2002
99. Past And Present 1/3/2003
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 ...

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The Death Bed

We watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.

But when the morn came dim and sad
And chill with early showers,
Her queit eyelids closed - she had
Another morn than ours.

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