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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
Thomas Hood
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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
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London
England
T. H.
Leaves
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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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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth
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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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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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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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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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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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Spontaneously to God should turn the soul, Like the magnetic needle to the pole But what were that intrinsic virtue worth, Suppose some fellow, with more zeal than knowledge, Fresh from St. Andrew's College, Should nail the conscious needle to the north?
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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
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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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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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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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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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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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