When was ever honey made with one bee in a hive? Thomas Hood More Quotes by Thomas Hood More Quotes From Thomas Hood Tis like the birthday of the world, Thomas Hood flowerwhitespring 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 wintermorningfall 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 autumnflyinggold 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 autumnlonelynight Bells are musics laughter. Thomas Hood bellslaughterchristmas I love thee - I love thee, Thomas Hood i-love-youvalentines-daydream No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief. Thomas Hood griefhopelove 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 atheismevilheart For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying. Thomas Hood halfeasylying He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles. Thomas Hood hedgehogslyingway Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth. Thomas Hood mouthssaidtails A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled. Thomas Hood atheismtasterace 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 breathingnightlife A moment's thinking is an hour in words. Thomas Hood momentswisdomthinking 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 ignorancedarkboys 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 dyingfearsleep What is mind? No matter. What is matter? Never mind. What is the soul? It is immaterial. Thomas Hood soulmattermind 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 damsbowslove 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 butterflyflowermoon
