Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood was an English poet and humorist of the early nineteenth century, known for socially conscious works like 'The Song of the Shirt' and 'The Bridge of Sighs.' Biographie ↓Plus ↓

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Death

It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; That sometime these bright stars, that now reply In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night; That this warm conscious flesh shall perish quite, And all life's ruddy springs forget to flow; That thoughts shall cease, and the immortal sprite Be lapped in alien clay and laid below; It is not death to know this,--but to know That pious thoughts, which visit at new graves In tender pilgrimage, will cease to go So duly and so oft,--and when grass waves Over the past-away, there may be then No resurrection in the minds of men.

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Time of Roses

It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses— We pluck'd them as we pass'd! That churlish season never frown'd On early lovers yet: O no—the world was newly crown'd With flowers when first we met! 'Twas twilight, and I bade you go, But still you held me fast; It was the time of roses— We pluck'd them as we pass'd!

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Christmas Holidays

Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding's neat post-chaise Struggles along, drawn by a pair of bays, With Reverend Mr. Crow and six small boys, Who ever and anon declare their joys With trumping horns and juvenile huzzas, At going home to spend their Christmas days, And changing learning's pains for pleasure's toys. Six weeks elapse, and down the Woodford way A heavy coach drags six more heavy souls, But no glad urchins shout, no trumpets bray, The carriage makes a halt, the gate-bell tolls, And little boys walk in as dull and mum As six new scholars to the Deaf and Dumb!

Flowers

I will not have the mad Clytie, Whose head is turned by the sun; The tulip is a courtly queen, Whom, therefore, I will shun; The cowslip is a country wench, The violet is a nun; - But I will woo the dainty rose, The queen of everyone.

The pea is but a wanton witch, In too much haste to wed, And clasps her rings on every hand The wolfsbane I should dread; - Nor will I dreary rosemary That always mourns the dead; - But I will woo the dainty rose, With her cheeks of tender red.

The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me - And the daisy's cheek is tipped with blush, She is of such low degree; Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves, And the broom's betrothed to the bee; - But I will plight with the dainty rose, For fairest of all is she.

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Thomas Hood was an English poet, editor, and humorist born in 1799 and active in the early Victorian period. Before turning to literature, he worked briefly as an engraver and later became a prominent magazine editor. His poetry combines a sharp wit and love of puns with deep compassion for the suffering of the poor. Many of his best-known pieces address themes of social injustice, poverty, and exploitation, giving voice to seamstresses, laborers, and the marginalized. Works such as 'The Song of the Shirt' and 'The Bridge of Sighs' exemplify his blend of polemical force and lyrical pathos. He also produced a large body of light verse and comic tales, including 'Whims and Oddities' and 'Miss Kilmansegg and Her Precious Leg.' Hood's ability to move between humor and serious social commentary made him a distinctive figure in his era. Though often remembered for his reformist poems, his playful wordplay influenced later nonsense and comic writers. He died in 1845, leaving a legacy that bridges Romantic and Victorian sensibilities.

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