Thomas Hood Short Quotes

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Holland…lies so low they're only saved by being dammed.

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And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.

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Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold.

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Straight down the Crooked Lane,
And all round the Square.

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For here I leave my second leg,
And the Forty-second Foot!

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Alas! for the rarity
Of Christian charity
Under the sun!

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For my part, getting up seems not so easy
By half as lying.

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Sewing at once a double thread,
A shroud as well as a shirt.

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A man that's fond precociously of stirring,
Must be a spoon.

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My tears must stop, for every drop
Hinders needle and thread.

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Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.

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No blessed leisure for love or hope,
But only time for grief.

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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.

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Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks.

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A wife who preaches in her gown,
And lectures in her night-dress.

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But evil is wrought by want of thought,
As well as want of heart.

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For man may pious texts repeat, And yet religion have no inward seat

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How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.

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Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
And flesh and blood so cheap!

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For dice will run the contrary way As well is known to all who play...

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The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.

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There's not a string attuned to mirth
But has its chord in melancholy.

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Or was there a dearer one
Still, and a nearer one
Yet, than all other?

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So mayst thou live, dear! many years,
In all the bliss that life endears

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Oh bed! oh bed! delicious bed!
That heaven upon earth to the weary head.

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A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.

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When he is forsaken,
Withered and shaken,
What can an old man do but die?

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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.

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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth

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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!

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