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.
Thomas Hood Quotes
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. And still with a voice of dolorous pitch She sang the ‘Song of the Shirt ’.
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| Birth: | 23rd May, 1799 |
| Death: | 3rd May, 1845 |
| Nationality: | British |
| Profession: | Editor, Humorist, Playwriter, Poet |
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