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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.
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.
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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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Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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She stood breast-high amid the corn Clasp'd by the golden light of morn, Like the sweetheart of the sun, Who many a glowing kiss had won.
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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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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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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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I love thee - I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say, It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day.
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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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Bells are musics laughter.
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth
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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
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Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.
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My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
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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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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
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