What did Thomas Hood mean by: No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief. - Thomas Hood Poet · England Copy
+ The best of friends fall out, and so his teeth had done some years ago. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Teeth, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Blood, Flesh, Struggle, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Birth, Luck, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Butterfly, Flower, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ Boughs are daily rifled By the gusty thieves, And the book of Nature Getteth short of leaves. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Book, Thieves, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Air, Sweet, Swim, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Lying, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Chords, Melancholy, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
It is no more in our power to love always than it was not to love at all. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Grief at the absence of a loved one is happiness compared to life with a person one hates. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
I paint self-portraits because I am so often alone, because I am the person I know best. - Frida Kahlo Painter · Mexico
One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Love begins with love ; and the warmest friendship cannot change even to the coldest love. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
