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Thomas Hood. Team: Prokopis Vasiliadis Sotiris Maganas Apostolis Kalogiros. Early life.
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Thomas Hood Team: Prokopis Vasiliadis Sotiris Maganas Apostolis Kalogiros
Early life An editor, publisher, poet, and humorist, Thomas Hood was born in London, the son of a bookseller. After his father died in 1811, Hood worked in a countinghouse until an illness forced him to move to Dundee, Scotland, to recover with relatives. In 1818 he returned to London to work as an engraver.
In 1824 Hood married Jane Reynolds and collaborated on Odes and Addresses with his brother-in-law, J.H. Reynolds. Though he was known for his light verse and puns, Hood also depicted the working conditions of the poor in poems such as “Song of the Shirt,” about a seamstress, and “Song of the Labourer.”
In Dundee, Hood made a number of close friends with whom he continued to correspond for many years. He led a healthy outdoor life but also became a wide and indiscriminate reader. During his time there, Hood began seriously to write poetry and appeared in print for the first time, with a letter to the editor of the Dundee Advertiser.
Works by Thomas Hood The list of Hood's separately published works is as follows: • Odes and Addresses to Great People (1825) • Whims and Oddities (two series, 1826 and 1827) • The Plea of the Midsummer Fairies, hero and Leander, Lycus the Centaur and other Poems (1827), his only collection of serious verse • The Epping Hunt illustrated by George Cruikshank (1829) • The Dream of Eugene Aram, the Murderer (1831) • Tylney Hall, a novel (3 vols., 1834) • The Comic Annual (1830–1842) • Hood's Own, or, Laughter from Year to Year (1838, second series, 1861)
Up the Rhine (1840) • Hood's Magazine and Comic Miscellany (1844–1848) • National Tales (2 vols., 1837), a collection of short novelettes, including "The Three Jewels". • Whimsicalities (1844), with illustrations from John Leech's designs; and many contributions to contemporary periodicals. • References
Examples of his works Don’t go to weep upon my grave,And think that there I be.They haven’t left an atom thereOf my anatomie.
No sun - no moon!No morn - no noon -No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day.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!