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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!

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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.
Christian
Rarity
Alas
Charity
Atheism
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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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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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Fuss is the froth of business.
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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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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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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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Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh-- To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?
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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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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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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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My brain is dull, my sight is foul, I cannot write a verse, or read-- Then, Pallas, take away thine Owl, And let us have a lark instead.
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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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We watch'd her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.
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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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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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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
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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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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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