There are three things which the public will always clamour for, sooner or later; namely: novelty, novelty, novelty. Thomas Hood More Quotes by Thomas Hood More Quotes From Thomas Hood Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray. Thomas Hood toss wave ocean Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread? Thomas Hood moon mother art The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade--now bright and sunny-- But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon--so called--of honey! Thomas Hood shade moon honey Some sigh for this and that; My wishes don't go far; The world may wag at will, So I have my cigar. Thomas Hood wish may world Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication. Thomas Hood drones bees honey Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh-- To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint; But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What? Thomas Hood drawing eye done The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me. Thomas Hood lilies saint white With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread. Thomas Hood rags red inspirational How widely its agencies vary,- To save, to ruin, to curse, to bless,- As even its minted coins express, Now stamp'd with the image of Good Queen Bess, And now of a Bloody Mary. Thomas Hood ruins agency queens Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry! Thomas Hood cry bed It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy. Thomas Hood ignorance joy boys O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives! Thomas Hood sister mother men Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold! Thomas Hood jewelry gold yellow What joy have I in June's return? Thomas Hood dust june spring It was not in the winter Thomas Hood flower rose winter Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap! Thomas Hood flesh struggle blood There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found. Thomas Hood silence sea life The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations Thomas Hood bores congratulations How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend. Thomas Hood condolences heart sympathy Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms. Thomas Hood battle soldier war
