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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.

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.
Hope
Time
Love
Leisure
Grief
Blessed

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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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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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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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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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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 bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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