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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.

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.
May
Pages
Great
Behinds
Men
Behind
Ought
Leave
Turn
Remind
Turns
Burn
Lives
Letters

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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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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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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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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
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The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade--now bright and sunny-- But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon--so called--of honey!
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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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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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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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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.
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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
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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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While the steeples are loud in their joy, To the tune of the bells' ring-a-ding, Let us chime in a peal, one and all, For we all should be able to sing Hullah baloo.
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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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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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Fuss is the froth of business.
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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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