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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.

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.
Meditation
Succeed
Failure
Half
Fear
Leaping
Inspirational
Failures
Come
Pulling
Life
Horse

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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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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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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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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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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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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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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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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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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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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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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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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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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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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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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday,- The tree is living yet.
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