What did Thomas Hood mean by: When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die? - 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
+ How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Autumn, Sky, Summer, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Needles, Tears, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
+ No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Grief, Hope, Love, 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
+ 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
+ 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
+ How bless’d the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend. Feraz Zeid, December 22, 2023January 10, 2024, Thomas Hood, Condolences, Heart, Sympathy, 0 - Thomas Hood Poet · England
We hope to grow old and we dread old age; that is to say, we love life and we flee from death. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
When we are young we lay up for old age; when we are old we save for death. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
The fear of old age disturbs us, yet we are not certain of becoming old. Explain - Jean de la Bruyere Writer · France
Every artist, as child of his age, is impelled to express the spirit of his age. - Wassily Kandinsky Painter · Russia
What makes old age so sad is, not that our joys, but that our hopes then cease. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
It is not the end of joy that makes old age so sad, but the end of hope. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Memory, wit, fancy, acuteness, cannot grow young again in old age, but the heart can. - Jean Paul Writer · Germany
Youth is the time to study wisdom; old age is the time to practice it. - Jean-Baptiste Rousseau Poet · France
