And then in the fulness of joy and hope,
Seemed washing his hands with invisible soap,
In imperceptible water.

(Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. "Her Christening," Miss Kilmansegg (1841-1843).)

No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds?November!

(Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. No! (L. 22-23). . . Fireside Book of Humorous Poetry, The. William Cole, ed. (1959) Simon and Schuster.)

I remember, I remember
The fir trees dark and high;
I used to think their slender tops
Were close against the sky;
It was a childish ignorance,
But now 'tis little joy
To know I'm further off from Heaven
Than when I was a boy.

(Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. I Remember, I Remember (l. 25-32). . . New Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1950. Helen Gardner, ed. (1972) Oxford University Press.)

She stood breast high amid the corn,
Clasp'd by the golden light of morn,

(Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. Ruth (l. 1-2). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

There is a silence where hath been no sound,
There is a silence where no sound may be,
In the cold grave?under the deep, deep sea,
Or in wide desert where no life is found,

(Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. Silence (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

Thus she stood amid the stooks,
Praising God with sweetest looks:?

(Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. Ruth (l. 15-16). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

But who would rush at a benighted man,
And give him two black eyes for being blind?

(Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. Ode to Rae Wilson.)

We thought her dying when she slept,
And sleeping when she died.

(Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. The Death-Bed (l. 11-12). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

One more Unfortunate,
Weary of breath,
Rashly importunate,
Gone to her death!

Take her up tenderly,
Lift her with care;
Fashioned so slenderly,
Young, and so fair!

(Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. The Bridge of Sighs (l. 1-8). . . Oxford Book of English Verse, The, 1250-1918. Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. (New ed., rev. and enl., 1939) Oxford University Press.)

With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat, in unwomanly rags
Plying her needle and thread?
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger, and dirt,

(Thomas Hood (1799-1845), British poet. The Song of the Shirt (l. 1-6). . . Faber Popular Reciter, The. Kingsley Amis, ed. (1978) Faber and Faber.)