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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
Thomas Hood
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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
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London
England
T. H.
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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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My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
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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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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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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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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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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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