English I remember The house where I was born The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn He never came a wink too soon Nor brought too long a day But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away!

— Thomas Hood

Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright and yellow hard and cold

— Thomas Hood

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence.

— Thomas Hood

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; --Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

— Thomas Hood

It is not linen you're wearing out But human creatures' lives.

— Thomas Hood

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

— Thomas Hood

No sun—no moon! No morn—no noon—No dawn— No sky—no earthly view— No distance looking blue—No road—no street—no "t'other side the way"— No end to any Row— No indications where the Crescents go— No top to any steeple—No recognitions of familiar people— No courtesies for showing 'em— No knowing 'em! No traveling at all—no locomotion, No inkling of the way—no notion— "No go"—by land or ocean— No mail—no post— No news from any foreign coast—No park—no ring—no afternoon gentility— No company—no nobility—No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member—No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds, November!

— Thomas Hood

O bed! O bed! Delicious bed! That heaven on earth to the weary head!

— Thomas Hood

O God! That bread should be so dear And flesh and blood so cheap!

— Thomas Hood

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

— Thomas Hood