161 Quotes by Thomas Hood

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November!

Sweet are the little brooks that run O’er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.

Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war’s alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.

Frost is the greatest artist in our clime – he paints in nature and describes in rime.

How bless’d the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.

A moment’s thinking is an hour in words.

The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather’d up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

Easy reading is damned hard writing.

Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh – To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint; But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?