Gift items incorporating the poetry of Thomas Hood.

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Excerpt from Autumn

Excerpt from Autumn
Alone, alone,
Upon a mossy stone,
She sits and reckons up the dead and gone
With the last leaves for a love-rosary,

Thomas Hood

Death

Death
IT is not death, that sometime in a sigh
This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight;
That sometime these bright stars, that now reply
In sunlight to the sun, shall set in night;

Thom

Silence

Silence
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,
Which hath been mute,

The Deathbed

The Deathbed
WE watch'd her breathing thro' the night,
Her breathing soft and low,
As in her breast the wave of life
Kept heaving to and fro.

Thomas Hood

The World Is With Me

The World Is With Me
The world is with me, and its many cares,
Its woes--its wants--the anxious hopes and fears

Thomas Hood

Time of Roses

Time of Roses
It was not in the Winter
Our loving lot was cast;
It was the time of roses—
We pluck'd them as we pass'd!

Thomas Hood

I Remember, I Remember

I Remember, I Remember
The last verse of this poignant poem by Thomas Hood


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