161 Quotes by Thomas Hood

Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!

O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!

It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm further off from heaven Than when I was a boy.

No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.

Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!

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.

My brain is dull, my sight is foul, I cannot write a verse, or read-- Then, Pallas, take away thine Owl, And let us have a lark instead.

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?

Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.