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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.

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.
Lake
Lakes
Double
Swim
Thereon
Whenever
Swims
Beauty
Swan
Swans

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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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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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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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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
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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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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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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
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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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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
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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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Fuss is the froth of business.
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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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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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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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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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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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