What did Thomas Hood mean by: No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November! - Thomas Hood Poet · England Copy
+ But evil is wrought by want of thought, As well as want of heart! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Atheism, Evil, Heart, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Birthday, Bliss, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ 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
+ 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
+ Frost is the greatest artist in our clime – he paints in nature and describes in rime. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Artist, 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
+ I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Autumn, Fog, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ Sweet are the little brooks that run O’er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Running, Singing, Sweet, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
You have to observe flowers in order to find the right tones for the folds of clothes. - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres Painter · France
Art is like a border of flowers along the course of civilization. - Lincoln Steffens Journalist · USA
The flower is the poetry of reproduction. It is an example of the eternal seductiveness of life. - Jean Giraudoux Playwright · France
The moon looks upon many night flowers; the night flowers see but one moon. - Jean Ingelow Poet · England
Stretching his hand up to reach the stars, too often man forgets the flowers at his feet. - Jeremy Bentham Philosopher · England
