Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Peace and rest at length have come, All the day's long toil is past; And each heart is whispering, "Home, Home at last!" — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
I love thee - I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say, It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging zephyr springs,… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
It was not in the winter Our loving lot was cast! It was the time of roses, We plucked them as we passed! — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey,… — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
