161 Quotes by Thomas Hood

The year's in wane; There is nothing adorning; The night has no eve, And the day has no morning; Cold winter gives warning!

Tis like the birthday of the world, When earth was born in bloom; The light is made of many dyes, The air is all perfume: There's crimson buds, and white and blue, The very rainbow showers Have turned to blossoms where they fell, And sown the earth with flowers.

What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust; But faint the flagging zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me 'dust to dust.'

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

The biggest bore of all is he who is overflowing with congratulations

There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be,- In the cold grave, under the deep, deep sea, Or in the wide desert where no life is found.

Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!

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

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.