Who is Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood (23 May 1799 – 3 May 1845) was an English poet, author and humorist, best known for poems such as "The Bridge of Sighs" and "The Song of the Shirt". Hood wrote regularly for The London Magazine, Athenaeum, and Punch. He later published a magazine largely consisting of his own works. Hood, never robust, lapsed into invalidism by the age of 41 and died at the age of 45. William Michael Rossetti in 1903 called him "the finest English poet" between the generations of Shelley and Tennyson. Hood was the father of playwright and humorist Tom Hood (1835–1874).

Early life
Read Full Biography


Thomas Hood Poems

  • Playing At Soldiers
    "Who'll serve the King?"


    What little urchin is there never ...
  • A True Story
    Of all our pains, since man was curst,
    I mean of body, not the mental,
    To name the worst, among the worst,
    The dental sure is transcendental; ...
  • The University Feud.[1]
    "A plague o' both the houses!" - MERCUTIO.


    ...
  • A Report From Below!
    "Blow high, blow low." - SEA SONG.


    As Mister B. and Mistress B. ...
  • Ode To Captain Paery[1]
    "By the North Pole, I do challenge thee!"
    Love's Labour's Lost.

    ...
Read All Poems


Top 10 most used topics by Thomas Hood

Long 76 Face 60 Bright 56 Head 56 Thought 55 I Love You 54 Cold 54 Love 54 Good 52 Soul 52


Thomas Hood Quotes

Read All Quotes


Comments about Thomas Hood

  • Viopmertq74: i saw old autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence. thomas hood june 11, 2021 at 01:30pm
  • Viopmertq74: i saw old autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence. thomas hood june 11, 2021 at 02:30pm
  • Viopmertq74: i saw old autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence. thomas hood june 11, 2021 at 03:30pm
  • Viopmertq74: i saw old autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence. thomas hood june 11, 2021 at 04:30pm
  • Miruku399: thomas hood - trip through tokyo
Read All Comments

Write your comment about Thomas Hood


Poem of the day

William Blake Poem
The Little Black Boy
 by William Blake

My mother bore me in the southern wild,
And I am black, but O! my soul is white.
White as an angel is the English child:
But I am black as if bereav'd of light.

My mother taught me underneath a tree
And sitting down before the heat of day.
She took me on her lap and kissed me,
...

Read complete poem

Popular Poets