No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member— No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,— November!
Thomas Hood Quotes
What is a modern poet’s fate? To write his thoughts upon a slate; The critic spits on what is done, Gives it a wipe---and all is gone.
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| Birth: | 23rd May, 1799 |
| Death: | 3rd May, 1845 |
| Nationality: | British |
| Profession: | Editor, Humorist, Playwriter, Poet |
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