Quotes by Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

A man that’s fond precociously of stirring , :;:; Must be a spoon.

Action

Men

Spoons

A moment’s thinking is an hour in words.

Moments

Thinking

Wisdom

Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!

Atheism

Charity

Christian

And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.

Heart

Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war’s alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.

Battle

Soldier

War

Comfort and indolence are cronies.

Comfort

Cronies

Indolence

Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!

Air

Sweet

Swim

Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow’rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.

Father

Morning

Sweet

For man may pious texts repeat, And yet religion have no inward seat

Inward

Men

Religion

Half of the failures in life come from pulling one’s horse when he is leaping.

Fear

Horse

Inspirational

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Able

Action

Agency

Air

Apples

Art

Atheism

Autumn

Battle

Bees

Bells

Birthday

Bliss

Bows

Boys

Breathing

Butterfly

Charity

Christian

College

Comfort

Conceited

Country

Cronies

Dams

Dark

Dream

Drones

Dying

Fall

Father

Fear

Firsts

Flower

Fog

Glowing

Gone

Half

Heart

Home

Honey

Horse

House

I Love You

Ignorance

Indolence

Inspirational

Inward

Jasmine

Joy

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Quotes by Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood

A man that’s fond precociously of stirring , :;:; Must be a spoon.

A moment’s thinking is an hour in words.

Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!

And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.

Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war’s alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.

Comfort and indolence are cronies.

Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!

Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise; But waking flow’rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.

For man may pious texts repeat, And yet religion have no inward seat

Half of the failures in life come from pulling one’s horse when he is leaping.

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