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I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything.
THOMAS HOOD, preface, The Works of Thomas Hood
- I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
- Stand shadowless like silence, listening
- To silence, for no lonely bird would sing
- Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn.
THOMAS HOOD, Ode to Autumn
- Where is the pride of Summer--the green prime--
- The many, many leaves all twinkling?--three
- On the mossed elm; three on the naked lime
- Trembling--and one upon the old oak tree!
- Where is the Dryad's immortality?
THOMAS HOOD, "Ode--Autumn"
- And the wind is rising squally and loud
- With many a stormy token--
- Playing a wild funereal air,
- Through the branches bleak, bereaved, and bare,
- To the dead leaves dancing here and there.
THOMAS HOOD, "The Forge", Poems of Wit and Humour
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave--under the deep, deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,
Which hath been mute, and still must sleep profound.
THOMAS HOOD, "Silence"
Sure, of all days that ever were dated,
Valentine's Day is the fullest of news;--
Then ev'ry lass expects to be mated
And Cupid goes round collecting his dues!
THOMAS HOOD, "Valentine's Day"
Hh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
THOMAS HOOD, "Sonnet for the 14th of February"
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