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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.

Thomas Hood

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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
Poet
Writer
London
England
T. H.
Wire
Improve
Minds
Travel
Narrower
Rather
Copper
Others
Resemble
Going
Brass
Mind
Farther

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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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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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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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