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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.

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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.
Easy
Part
Seems
Getting
Lying
Half

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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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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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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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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
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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, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
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Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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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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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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Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
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Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication.
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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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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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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
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