Thomas Hood Quotes

Dear Bells! How Sweet The Sound Of Village Bells When On The Undulating Air They Swim!

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.

Sweet Are The Little Brooks That Run O'er Pebbles Glancing In The Sun, Singing In Soothing Tones.

The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.

A Name, It Has More Than Nominal Worth, And Belongs To Good Or Bad Luck At Birth

Spontaneously To God Should Turn The Soul, Like The Magnetic Needle To The Pole; But What Were That Intrinsic Virtue Worth, Suppose Some Fellow, With More Zeal Than Knowledge, Fresh From St. Andrew's College, Should Nail The Conscious Needle To The North?

While The Steeples Are Loud In Their Joy, To The Tune Of The Bells' Ring-a-ding, Let Us Chime In A Peal, One And All, For We All Should Be Able To Sing Hullah Baloo.

Whoe'er Has Gone Thro' London Street, Has Seen A Butcher Gazing At His Meat, And How He Keeps Gloating Upon A Sheep's Or Bullock's Personals, As If His Own; How He Admires His Halves And Quarters--and His Calves, As If In Truth Upon His Own Legs Grown.

There's A Double Beauty Whenever A Swan Swims On A Lake With Her Double Thereon.

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.

With Fingers Weary And Worn, With Eyelids Heavy And Red, A Woman Sat In Unwomanly Rags, Plying Her Needle And Thread.

Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So Dear, And Flesh And Blood So Cheap!