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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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.
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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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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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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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She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
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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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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust But faint the flagging zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me 'dust to dust.'
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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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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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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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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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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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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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Fuss is the froth of business.
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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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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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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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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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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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