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How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
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.
Heart
Sympathizing
Condolences
Lend
Sympathy
Bless
Ears
Friend
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My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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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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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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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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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
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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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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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Bells are musics laughter.
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Whoe'er has gone thro' London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps Gloating upon a sheep's Or bullock's personals, as if his own How he admires his halves And quarters--and his calves, As if in truth upon his own legs grown.
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O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
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While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
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We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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