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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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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
Poet
Writer
London
England
T. H.
Night
Dream
Love
Valentine
Dreaming
Thee
Vision

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Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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Fuss is the froth of business.
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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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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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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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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh-- To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?
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My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
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Father of rosy day, No more thy clouds of incense rise But waking flow'rs, At morning hours, Give out their sweets to meet thee in the skies.
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My brain is dull, my sight is foul, I cannot write a verse, or read-- Then, Pallas, take away thine Owl, And let us have a lark instead.
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Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.
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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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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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The year's in wane There is nothing adorning The night has no eve, And the day has no morning Cold winter gives warning!
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