Thomas Hood - 19 poems
The Wee Man
It was a merry company,
Anf they were just afloat, [...]
The swallow with summer
Will wing o'er seas, [...]
The Lay of the Labourer
A spade! a rake! a hoe!
A pickaxe, or a bill! [...]
The Song of the Shirt
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red, [...]
Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold!
Bright and yellow, hard and cold, [...]
The Bridge of Sighs
One more Unfortunate,
Weary of breath, [...]
We watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
Her breathing soft and low, [...]
I Remember, I Remember!
I remember, I remember,
The house where I was born, [...]
I Love Thee!
I love thee - I love thee!
'Tis all that I can say; - [...]
To An Absentee
O'er hill, and dale, and distant sea,
Through all the miles that stretch between, [...]
I gaze upon a city, -
A city new and strange, - [...]
The dead are in their silent graves,
And the dew is cold above, [...]
She stood breast high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, [...]
To My Daughter
Dear Fanny! nine long years ago,
While yet the morning sun was low, [...]
To A Child
Love thy mother, little one!
Kiss and clasp her neck again, - [...]
A Parental Ode To My Son, Aged Three Years And Five Months
Thou happy, happy elf!
(But stop - first let me kiss away that tear) [...]
To A False Friend
Our hands have met, but not our hearts;
Our hands will never meet again. [...]
I will not have the mad Clytie,
Whose head is turn'd by the sun; [...]
Sleet! and Hail! and Thunder!
And ye Winds that rave, [...]
Poetry of Hood
born 1798, died 1844