“Mother of light! how fairly dost thou go Over those hoary crests, divinely led! Art thou that huntress of the silver bow Fabled of old? Or rather dost thou tread Those cloudy summits thence to gaze below, Like the wild chamois from her Alpine snow, Where hunters never climbed--secure from dread?” ArtLightMotherMoonSnowSecureSilverBowsDreadHuntersSummitCloudyHuntressAlpine Book:Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated)
“Tis like the birthday of the world, When earth was born in bloom; The light is made of many dyes, The air is all perfume: There's crimson buds, and white and blue, The very rainbow showers Have turned to blossoms where they fell, And sown the earth with flowers.” WorldMayMadeLightEarthBornWhiteAirFlowerSpringBlueRainbowShowersPerfumeBudCrimson Book:The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood Source: The Poetical Works of Thomas Hood
“I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday,- The tree is living yet.” MadeLightRememberWhiteTreeBrotherFlowerBuiltRedRoseCupsMy BrotherBirthdayVioletLiliesRobinsLilacRed And White Book:Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated) Source: Delphi Complete Poetical Works of Thomas Hood (Illustrated)
“She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.” LightSunKissingGoldenBreastsCornGlowingSweetheartGolden Light Author:Thomas Hood
