161 Quotes by Thomas Hood

For here I leave my second leg, / And the Forty-second Foot.

It was not in the winter / Our loving lot was cast! / It was the time of roses, / We plucked them as we passed!

No sun - no moon! / No morn - no noon - / No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day -

I never nursed a dear gazelle, / To glad me with its dappled hide, / But when it came to know me well / It fell upon the buttered side.

I remember, I remember, / The house where I was born, / The little window where the sun / Came peeping in at morn.

If you were queen of bloaters / And I were king of soles, / The sea we'd wag our fins in. / Nor heed the crooked pins in / The water, dropped by boaters / To catch our heedless joles.

His death which happened in his berth, / At forty-odd befell: / They went and told the sexton, and / The sexton toll'd the bell.

For one of the pleasures of having a rout, / Is the pleasure of having it over.

A hollow voice is all I have / But this I tell you plain, / Marry come up! - you marry, Ma'am, / And I'll come up again.