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• She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Ruth...
• Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home She stood in tears amid the alien co
  The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn....
• Even God's providence Seeming estrang'd. -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Bridge of Sigh
• The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.
  -- Thomas Tickell (1686-1740) -- To a Lady with a Present of Flowe...
• O God! that bread should be so dear, And flesh and blood so cheap!
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- The Song of the Shi...
• The rose that all are praising Is not the rose for me.
  -- Thomas Haynes Bayly (1797-1839) -- The Rose that all are praising...
• Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied
  We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died....
• And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
  -- Thomas Hood (1798-1845) -- Ode to Melancholy...
• Extremes meet, as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth -- Thomas Hood