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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
Sun

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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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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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O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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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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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
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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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Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.
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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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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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I remember, I remember The roses, red and white, The violets, and the lily-cups, Those flowers made of light! The lilacs, where the robin built, And where my brother set The laburmum on his birthday,- The tree is living yet.
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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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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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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth
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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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