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 Tis like the birthday of the world, Thomas Hood flower white spring The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning! Thomas Hood winter morning fall The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing! Thomas Hood autumn flying gold 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, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn. Thomas Hood autumn lonely night Bells are musics laughter. Thomas Hood bells laughter christmas I love thee - I love thee, Thomas Hood i-love-you valentines-day dream No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief. Thomas Hood grief hope love And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid. Thomas Hood heart But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart! Thomas Hood atheism evil heart For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying. Thomas Hood half easy lying He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles. Thomas Hood hedgehogs lying way Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth. Thomas Hood mouths said tails A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled. Thomas Hood atheism taste race We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. Thomas Hood breathing night life A moment's thinking is an hour in words. Thomas Hood moments wisdom thinking I remember, I remember The fir-trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky; It was a childish ignorance, But now 't is little joy To know I'm farther off from heaven Than when I was a boy. Thomas Hood ignorance dark boys Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. Thomas Hood dying fear sleep What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial. Thomas Hood soul matter mind The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam; And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam. Thomas Hood dams bows love No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds. Thomas Hood butterfly flower moon
