Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves. Thomas Hood More Quotes by Thomas Hood More Quotes From Thomas Hood No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November! Thomas Hood butterflyflowerfall There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty. Thomas Hood clamornoveltythree When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press'd with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities then That Adam was not Adamant! Thomas Hood applesmenfirsts Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine! Thomas Hood valentines-dayloveart Coquetry is the champagne of love. Thomas Hood coquettechampagnecoquetry Peace and rest at length have come, Thomas Hood homeheartpeace Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther. Thomas Hood brasswiremind I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence. Thomas Hood autumnfogfall And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, And been bow'd to the earth by its fury; To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury - Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen. Thomas Hood holidaynew-yearregret O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head. Thomas Hood insomniasleepheaven I remember, I remember, Thomas Hood housesunlittles Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping. Thomas Hood horsefearinspirational I resolved that, like the sun, as long as my day lasted, I would look on the bright side of everything. Thomas Hood optimismlonglooks Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions. Thomas Hood most-romanticdreamfiction When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive? Thomas Hood teamworkinspirationallife How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! Thomas Hood autumnsummersky I remember, I remember Thomas Hood flowerbrotherbirthday To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind. Thomas Hood conceitedwindpeople Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime. Thomas Hood icyfrostartist So mayst thou live, dear! many years, Thomas Hood blissbirthdayyears
