Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

May 23, 1799 - May 3, 1845

 

First Lines of Thomas Hood

A lake and a fairy boatA Poor old king, with sorrow for my crown,A spade! a rake! a hoe!Ah, sweet, thou little knowest howAlas! the moon should ever beamAlone, across a foreign plain,And has the earth lost its so spacious round,By every sweet tradition of true hearts,Dear Fanny! nine long years ago,Farewell life! my senses swim,Giver of glowing light!How bravely Autumn paints upon the skyI heard a gentle maiden, in the spring,I love thee -- I love thee!I remember, I rememberI saw old Autumn in the misty mornI will not have the mad Clytie,It is not death, that sometime in a sighIt was not in the winterLady, wouldst thou heiress beLet us make a leap, my dear,Look how the golden ocean shines aboveLook how the lark soars upward and is gone,Love thy mother, little one! --Love, dearest lady, such as I would speak,Most delicate Ariel! submissive thing,Mother of light! how fairly dost thou goMy heart is sick with longing, though I feedNo popular respect will I omitO lady, leave thy silken threadO saw ye not fair Ines?O, 'tis a touching thing, to make one weep,O'er hill, and dale, and distant sea,Our hands have met, but not our hearts;Rare composition of a poet-knight,Shall I rebuke thee, Ocean, my old love,She stood breast-high amid the corn.She's up and gone, the graceless girl!Sigh on, sad heart, for Love's eclipseSleet! and hail! and thunder!Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,Spring it is cheery,Still glides the gentle streamlet on,The Autumn is old,The autumn skies are flushed with gold,The curse of Adam, the old curse of allThe dead are in their silent graves,The lady lay in her bed,The stars are with the voyagerThe world is with me, and its many cares,There is a silence where hath been no sound,There's a murmur in the air,We watched her breathing through the nightWelcome, dear heart, and a most kind good-morrow;What is a mine -- a treasury -- a dower --Young ardent soul, graced with fair Nature's truth,