I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence. — Thomas Hood Copy Share Image
I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;- Shaking his languid locks all dewy… — 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
He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles. — Thomas Hood Copy Share
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
There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty. — Thomas Hood Copy Share
Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping. — Thomas Hood Copy Share
What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial. — Thomas Hood Copy Share
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
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
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
I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence. — Thomas Hood Copy Share
Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of… — Thomas Hood Copy Share
Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones. — Thomas Hood Copy Share
How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image… — Thomas Hood Copy Share
