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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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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Rime
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Frost
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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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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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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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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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