Author: Thomas Hood

No sun – no moon! No morn – no noon – No dawn – no dusk – no proper time […]

A lake and a fairy boat To sail in the moonlight clear, – And merrily we would float From the […]

A Pathetic Ballad Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war’s alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his […]

She stood breast-high amid the corn, Clasp’d by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who […]

Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the […]

With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and […]

I had a gig-horse, and I called him Pleasure Because on Sundays for a little jaunt He was so fast […]

I Remember, I Remember I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun […]

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold Molten, graven, hammered and rolled, Heavy to get and light […]

Along the Woodford road there comes a noise Of wheels, and Mr. Rounding’s neat post-chaise Struggles along, drawn by a […]