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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
Thomas Hood
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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.
Atheism
Sun
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Charity
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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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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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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.
Thomas Hood
To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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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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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
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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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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
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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!
Thomas Hood
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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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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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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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
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