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The Haunted House by Thomas Hood

By Thomas Hood

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Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the dark solemnities that show That Death is in the dwelling! Oh, very, very dreary is the room Where Love, domestic Love, no longer nestles, But smitten by the common stroke of doom, The corpse lies on the trestles! But house of woe, and hearse, and sable pall, The narrow home of the departed mortal,

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"Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe,..."

"The Haunted House" by Thomas Hood is a sad and deep and nature and romantic english poem consisting of 124 lines. This English poem by Thomas Hood demonstrates the timeless power of verse to capture complex human emotions. Beginning with "Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling,...", this piece explores themes of sad and deep and nature and romantic through vivid imagery and emotional resonance. The work invites contemplation on the deeper currents of life, love, and the human condition. Thomas Hood's celebrated body of poetry continues to inspire readers across generations and cultures, and this particular work stands as a powerful example of their artistic vision.

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About Thomas Hood

Thomas Hood (1799–1845) was an English poet and humorist whose social protest poems "The Song of the Shirt" and "The Bridge of Sighs" drew attention to the plight of the poor. He was also a master of comic verse and wordplay.

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