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).

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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.

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


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  • Viopmertq74: i saw old autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence. thomas hood april 11, 2021 at 02:30am
  • Viopmertq74: i saw old autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence. thomas hood april 11, 2021 at 03:30am
  • Viopmertq74: i saw old autumn in the misty morn stand shadowless like silence, listening to silence. thomas hood april 11, 2021 at 04:30am
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Till the selfish loves increase.
Then Cruelty knits a snare,
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