Author: Thomas Hood

She was a woman peerless in her station, With household virtues wedded to her name; Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in […]

Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne’er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot […]

It was not in the Winter Our loving lot was cast; It was the time of roses – We pluck’d […]

We watch’d her breathing thro’ the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life […]

I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at […]

No sun no moon! No morn no noon! No dawn no dusk no proper time of day No sky no […]

The sun was slumbering in the West, My daily labors past; On Anna’s soft and gentle breast My head reclined […]

I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would […]

Young Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade; And he fell in love with Sally Brown, […]

There is a silence where hath been no sound, There is a silence where no sound may be, In the […]