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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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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
Poet
Writer
London
England
T. H.
Mine
Choose
Call
Art
Every
Valentine
Love
Thou
Thee
Mines

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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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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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