-That flesh is grass is now as clear as day,
To any but the merest purblind pup,
Death cuts it down, and then, to make her hay,
My Lady B-- comes and rakes it up.�

(C) Thomas Hood
03/26/2017


Best Poems of Thomas Hood

• The Cigar
• Lines.
• Silence
• The Lay Of The Laborer
• I Love Thee
• Welcome, Dear Heart, And A Most Kind Good-morrow
• The Key (a Moorish Romance)
• In Rotterdam
• Verses In An Album.
• To An Absentee
• Midnight
• Ode To Rae Wilson Esq.
• A Lake And A Fairy Boat
• My Heart Is Sick With Longing
• To Fancy
• No!
• Flowers
• False Poets And True (to Wordsworth)
• The Death-bed
• It Was Not In The Winter