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Thomas Hood Inspirational Quotes (57)

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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.
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No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.
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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
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Oh would I were dead now, Or up in my bed now, To cover my head now, And have a good cry!
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And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, And been bow'd to the earth by its fury To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury - Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.
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My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
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The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.
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Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
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The Autumn is old The sere leaves are flying He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying- Old age, begin sighing!
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Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication.
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The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade--now bright and sunny-- But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon--so called--of honey!
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Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
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Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth
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Fuss is the froth of business.
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With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.
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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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I love thee - I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say, It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day.
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