Thomas Hood

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• His death which happened in his berth,
  At forty-odd befell:
  They went and told the sexton, and
  The sexton tolled the bell.
  • Faithless Sally Brown, st. 17 (1826)

• I remember, I remember
  The house where I was born,
  The little window where the sun
  Came peeping in at morn;
  He never came a wink too soon
  Nor brought too long a day;
  But now, I often wish the night
  Had borne my breath away.
  • wikisource:I Remember, I Remember, st. 1 (1827)

• 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 'tis little joy
  To know I'm farther off from Heaven
  Than when I was a boy.
  • I Remember, I Remember, st. 4

• And there is ev'n a happiness
  That makes the heart afraid!
  • Ode to Melancholy, st. 6 (1827)

• There's not a string attuned to mirth
  But has its chord in melancholy.
  • Ode to Melancholy, st. 8

• But evil is wrought by want of thought,
  As well as want of heart.
  • The Lady's Dream, st. 16 (1827)

• I saw old Autumn in the misty morn
  Stand shadowless like Silence, listening
  To silence.
  • Ode. Autmn, st. 1 (1827)

• Straight down the Crooked Lane,
  And all round the Square.
  • A Plain Direction, st. 1

• Never go to France
  Unless you know the lingo,
  If you do, like me,
  You will repent, by jingo.
  • French and English, st. 1 (1839)

• No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease,
  No comfortable feel in any member—
  No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
  No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds—
  November!
  • No!

• Seem'd washing his hands with invisible soap
  In imperceptible water.
  • Miss Kilmansegg and Her Precious Leg. Her Christening, st. 10 (1841-1843)

• Oh bed! oh bed! delicious bed!
  That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
  • Miss Kilmansegg and Her Precious Leg. Her Dream, st. 7

• One more Unfortunate,
  Weary of breath,
  Rashly importunate,
  Gone to her death!
  
  Take her up tenderly,
  Lift her with care;
  Fashion'd so slenderly
  Young, and so fair!
  • The Bridge of Sighs, st. 1-2 (1844)

• Alas! for the rarity
  Of Christian charity
  Under the sun!
  • The Bridge of Sighs, st. 9

The Song of the Shirt (1843)

• With fingers weary and worn,
  With eyelids heavy and red,
  A woman sat, in unwomanly rags,
  Plying her needle and thread—
  Stitch! stitch! stitch!
  In poverty, hunger, and dirt,
  And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
  She sang the “Song of the Shirt.”
  • St. 1

• Work! work! work!
  While the cock is crowing aloof!
  And work—work—work,
  Till the stars shine through the roof!
  • St. 2

• Oh, Men, with Sisters dear!
  Oh, Men, with Mothers and Wives!
  It is not linen you're wearing out,
  But human creatures' lives!
  • St. 4

• Oh, God! that bread should be so dear,
  And flesh and blood so cheap!
  • St. 5

The Dream of Eugene Aram http://www.cs.rice.edu/~ssiyer/minstrels/poems/720.html

• 'Twas in the prime of summer-time
  An evening calm and cool,
  And four-and-twenty happy boys
  Came bounding out of school:
  There were some that ran and some that leapt,
  Like troutlets in a pool.

• And lo! the universal air
  Seemed lit with ghastly flame;
  Ten thousand thousand dreadful eyes
  Were looking down in blame

• My head was like an ardent coal,
  My heart as solid ice;
  My wretched, wretched soul, I knew,
  Was at the Devil's price:
  A dozen times I groaned: the dead
  Had never groaned but twice!

• That very night while gentle sleep
  The urchin's eyelids kissed,
  Two stern-faced men set out from Lynn,
  Through the cold and heavy mist;
  And Eugene Aram walked between,
  With gyves upon his wrist.