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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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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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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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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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The Autumn is old The sere leaves are flying He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying- Old age, begin sighing!
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The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.
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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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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
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The year's in wane There is nothing adorning The night has no eve, And the day has no morning Cold winter gives warning!
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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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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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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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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
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Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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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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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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