Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
- Thomas Hood
More Quotes By Thomas Hood
- How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
- With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her...
- She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp’d by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the...
- No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds – November!
- Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
- My tears must stop, for every drop Hinders needle and thread.
- Coquetry is the champagne of love.
- Whoe’er has gone thro’ London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps...
- There’s a double beauty whenever a swan
Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
- Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going...
- So mayst thou live, dear! many years,
In all the bliss that life endears
- Gold! gold! gold! gold! Bright and yellow, hard and cold!
- What joy have I in June’s return?
My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn,
I scent no flowery gust;
But faint the...
- He lies like a hedgehog rolled up the wrong way, Tormenting himself with his prickles.
- When Eve upon the first of Men The apple press’d with specious cant, Oh! what a thousand pities...
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