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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
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London
England
T. H.
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My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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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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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth
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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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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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