Bianca’s Dream – A Venetian Story (Thomas Hood Poems)
BIANCA!-fair Bianca!-who could dwellWith safety on her dark and hazel gaze,Nor find there lurk'd in it a witching spell,Fatal to ...
Thomas Hood Poems (36 Poems)
A Retrospective Review (Thomas Hood Poems)
IOh, when I was a tiny boy,My days and nights were full of joy,My mates were blithe and kind!-No wonder ...
A Parental Ode to My Son, Aged 3 Years and 5 months (Thomas Hood Poems)
Thou happy, happy elf!(But stop,-first let me kiss away that tear-)Thou tiny image of myself!(My love, he's poking peas into ...
Fair Ines (Thomas Hood Poems)
O saw ye not fair Ines?She 's gone into the West,To dazzle when the sun is down,And rob the world ...
Anticipation (Thomas Hood Poems)
'Coming events cast their shadow before.'I had a vision in the summer light-Sorrow was in it, and my inward sightAched ...
By Eve’ry Sweet Tradition of True Hearts (Thomas Hood Poems)
By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts,Graven by Time, in love with his own lore;By all old martyrdoms and antique ...
Allegory: A Moral Vehicle (Thomas Hood Poems)
I had a gig-horse, and I called him PleasureBecause on Sundays for a little jauntHe was so fast and showy, ...
False Poets And True (To Wordsworth) (Thomas Hood Poems)
Look how the lark soars upward and is gone,Turning a spirit as he nears the sky!His voice is heard, but ...
Autumn III (Thomas Hood Poems)
The Autumn is old,The sere leaves are flying;-He hath gather'd up gold,And now he is dying;-Old Age, begin sighing!The vintage ...
Farewell, Life! My Senses Swim (Thomas Hood Poems)
Farewell, Life! My senses swim,And the world is growing dim;Thronging shadows cloud the light,Like the advent of the night,-Colder, colder, ...
Birthday Verses (Thomas Hood Poems)
Good morrow to the golden morning,Good morrow to the world's delight-I've come to bless thy life's beginning,Since it makes my ...
The Sun Was Slumbering in the West (Thomas Hood Poem)
The sun was slumbering in the West, My daily labors past; On Anna's soft and gentle breast My head reclined ...
The World is with Me (Thomas Hood Poem)
The world is with me, and its many cares, Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears That wait on all ...
Tim Turpin (Thomas Hood Poem)
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne'er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot ...
Time of Roses (Thomas Hood Poem)
It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses- We pluck'd them ...
The Bridge of Sighs (Thomas Hood Poem)
One more Unfortunate, Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death! Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; ...
The Death Bed (Thomas Hood Poem)
We watch'd her breathing thro' the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life ...
The Dream of Eugene Aram (Thomas Hood Poem)
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
The Haunted House (Thomas Hood Poem)
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
The Song of the Shirt (Thomas Hood Poem)
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and ...
November (Thomas Hood Poem)
No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon - No dawn - no dusk - no proper time ...
On Mistress Nicely, a Pattern for Housekeepers (Thomas Hood Poem)
She was a woman peerless in her station, With household virtues wedded to her name; Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in ...
Past and Present (Thomas Hood Poem)
I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at ...
Ruth (Thomas Hood Poem)
She stood breast-high amid the corn, Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who ...
Silence (Thomas Hood Poem)
There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the ...
Faithless Sally Brown (Thomas Hood Poem)
Young Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade; And he fell in love with Sally Brown, ...
Flowers (Thomas Hood Poem)
I will not have the mad Clytie, Whose head is turned by the sun; The tulip is a courtly queen, ...
Gold! (Thomas Hood Poem)
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold Molten, graven, hammered and rolled, Heavy to get and light ...
I Remember, I Remember (Thomas Hood Poem)
I Remember, I Remember I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun ...
No! (Thomas Hood Poem)
No sun--no moon! No morn--no noon! No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day-- No sky--no earthly view-- No distance looking ...