Frost is the greatest artist in our clime – he paints in nature and describes in rime.

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Thomas Hoodwas 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.

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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime – he paints in nature and describes in rime.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

There is even a happiness – that makes the heart afraid.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

‘Extremes meet’, as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

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

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

That a man be willing, when others are so too, as far forth as for peace and defence of himself he shall think it necessary, to lay down this right to all things; and be contented with so much liberty against other men, as he would allow other men against himself.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

A certain portion of the human race has certainly a taste for being diddled.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

There are three things which the public will always clamor for, sooner or later: namely, novelty, novelty, novelty.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

A moment’s thinking is an hour in words.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)

Lives of great men oft remind us as we o’er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us – Letters that we ought to burn.

Thomas Hood

British writer; (1799-1845)