Thomas Hood

""I'll be your second." - LISTON.     In Middle Row, some years ago,     There lived one Mr. Brown;     And many folks considered him     The"

"When I reflect with serious sense,     While years and years run on,     How soon I may be summoned hence -     There's cook a-calling John."

""Old woman, old woman, will you go a-shearing?     Speak a little louder, for I'm very hard of hearing."              Old Ballad.     Of all"

"Lady, wouldst thou heiress be     To Winters cold and cruel part?     When he sets the rivers free,     Thou dost still lock up thy heart; -"

"I will not have the mad Clytie,     Whose head is turned by the sun;     The tulip is a courtly queen,     Whom, therefore, I will shun;     T"

""A Calendar! a Calendar! look in the Almanac, find out moonshine - find out moonshine!" - Midsummer Night's Dream.     I.         The by-gone"

""I like to meet a sweep - such as come forth with the dawn, or somewhat earlier, with their little professional notes, sounding like the peep, pee"

""Sweeping our flocks and herds." - DOUGLAS.     O Philanthropic men! -     For this address I need not make apology -     Who aim at clear"

"Good-Morning, Mr. What-d'ye-call! Well! here's another pretty job!     Lord help my Lady! - what a smash! - if you had only heard her sob!     I"

"The stars are with the voyager     Wherever he may sail;     The moon is constant to her time;     The sun will never fail;     But follow, fo"

"I.     Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go     Over those hoary crests, divinely led! -     Art thou that huntress of the silver bow,     F"

"A Friendly Address To Mrs. Fry In Newgate.[1]     "Sermons in stones." - As You Like It.     "Out! out! damned spot!" - Macbeth.     I."

"But a bold pheasantry, their country's pride     When once destroyed can never be supplied.              GOLDSMITH.     Bill Blossom was a ni"

""He left his body to the sea,     And made a shark his legatee."     BRYAN AND PERENNE.     "Oh! what is that comes gliding in,     And quit"

"I.     Alack! 'tis melancholy theme to think     How Learning doth in rugged states abide,     And, like her bashful owl, obscurely blink,"

"I.     Ah me! those old familiar bounds!     That classic house, those classic grounds     My pensive thought recalls!     What tender urchins no"

"(FROM TYLNEY HALL.)     Still glides the gentle streamlet on,     With shifting current new and strange;     The water that was here is gone,"

"Author Of "The Cook's Oracle," "Observations On Vocal Music," "The Art Of Invigorating And Prolonging Life," "Practical Observations On Telescopes, Op"

"It is not with a hope my feeble praise     Can add one moment's honor to thy own,     That with thy mighty name I grace these lays;     I seek"

""Who'll serve the King?"     What little urchin is there never     Hath had that early scarlet fever,     Of martial trappings caught?     T"

"Alas, the moon should ever beam     To show what man should never see! -     I saw a maiden on a stream,     And fair was she!     I staid a"

""A Day after the Fair." - Old Proverb.     John Day he was the biggest man     Of all the coachman kind,     With back too broad to be concei"

"I.     Immortal Imogen, crown'd queen above     The lilies of thy sex, vouchsafe to hear     A fairy dream in honor of true love -     True abov"

"Thou happy, happy elf!     (But stop, - first let me kiss away that tear) -         Thou tiny image of myself!     (My love, he's poking p"

""Sweet Memory, wafted by thy gentle gale,     Oft up the stream of time I turn my sail." - ROGERS.     Come, my Crony, let's think upon far-aw"

"On Hounslow Heath - and close beside the road,     As western travellers may oft have seen, -     A little house some years ago there stood,"

""Sit down and fall to, said the Barmecide."     Arabian Nights.     At seven you just nick it,     Give card - get wine ticket;     Walk rou"

""Alas! what perils do environ     That man who meddles with a siren!" - Hudibrus.     On Margate beach, where the sick one roams,     And th"

"With fingers weary and worn,     With eyelids heavy and red,     A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,     Plying her needle and thread -     Stitc"

"The sun was slumbering in the West.     My daily labors past;     On Anna's soft and gentle breast     My head reclined at last; -     The da"

"Most delicate Ariel! submissive thing,     Won by the mind's high magic to its hest -     Invisible embassy, or secret guest, -     Weighing"

"Well, the country's a pleasant place, sure enough, for people that's country born,     And useful, no doubt, in a natural way, for growing our gr"

""Now's the time and now's the hour," - BURNS.     "Seven's the main." - CROCKFORD.     Pity the sorrows of a class of men,     Who, though"

"MY DEAR SIR - The following Ode was written anticipating the tone of some strictures on my writings by the gentleman to whom it is addressed. I have n"

"I sawe a Mayd sitte on a Bank,     Beguiled by Wooer fayne and fond;     And whiles His flatterynge Vowes She drank,     Her Nurselynge slipt w"

"Oh! take, young Seraph, take thy harp,     And play to me so cheerily;     For grief is dark, and care is sharp,     And life wears on so weari"

"The Autumn is old,     The sere leaves are flying; -     He hath gather'd up gold,     And now he is dying; -     Old Age, begin sighing!"

"A little fairy comes at night,     Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown,     With silver spots upon her wings,     And from the moon she flutte"

"I saw pale Dian, sitting by the brink     Of silver falls, the overflow of fountains     From cloudy steeps; and I grew sad to think     Endymi"

""The charge is prepar'd." - Macheath.     If I shoot any more I'll be shot,     For ill-luck seems determined to star me,             I have"

"A pretty task, Miss S -    - , to ask     A Benedictine pen,     That cannot quite at freedom write     Like those of other men.     No lover"

"My pipe is lit, my grog is mix'd,     My curtains drawn and all is snug;     Old Puss is in her elbow-chair,     And Tray is sitting on the rug"

"Those evening bells, those evening bells,     How many a tale their music tells, -     Of Yorkshire cakes and crumpets prime,     And letters"

"I.     'Twas in the prime of summer time,     An evening calm and cool,     And four-and-twenty happy boys     Came bounding out of school:"

""The Needles have sometimes been fatal to Mariners."     Picture of Isle of Wight.     I.     One close of day - 'twas in the Bay     Of Na"

"Come, let us set our careful breasts,     Like Philomel, against the thorn,     To aggravate the inward grief,     That makes her accents so fo"

"Thine eyelids slept so beauteously, I deem'd     No eyes could wake so beautiful as they:     Thy rosy cheeks in such still slumbers lay,     I"

""Archer. How many are there, Scrub?"     "Scrub. Five-and-forty, Sir." Beaux' Stratagem.     "For shame - let the linen alone!" M. W. of Windso"

"Young Ben he was a nice young man,     A carpenter by trade;     And he fell in love with Sally Brown,     That was a lady's maid.     But as"

""This fellow's wise enough to play the fool,     And to do that well craves a kind of wit."             Twelfth Night.     I.     Joseph! t"

"'Tis strange how like a very dunce,     Man - with his bumps upon his sconce,     Has lived so long, and yet no knowledge he     Has had, till"

"Dear Fanny! nine long years ago,     While yet the morning sun was low,     And rosy with the Eastern glow     The landscape smiled -     Whi"

""And this our life, exempt from public haunt,     Finds tongues in trees." - As You Like It.     'Twas in a shady Avenue,     Where lofty Elm"

"MY DEAR SIR - The following Ode was written anticipating the tone of     some strictures on my writings by the gentleman to whom it is     addre"

"Young ardent soul, graced with fair Nature's truth,     Spring warmth of heart, and fervency of mind,     And still a large late love of all thy"

""Who's here, beside foul weather?" - KING LEAR.     "Mine enemy's dog, though he had bit me,     Should have stood that night against my fire""

"When little people go abroad, wherever they may roam,     They will not just be treated as they used to be at home;     So take a few promiscuou"

"'Twas off the Wash - the sun went down - the sea look'd black and grim,     For stormy clouds, with murky fleece, were mustering at the brim;"

"I love thee - I love thee!     'Tis all that I can say; -     It is my vision in the night,     My dreaming in the day;     The very echo of"

"Look how the golden ocean shines above     Its pebbly stones, and magnifies their girth;     So does the bright and blessed light of Love     I"