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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.

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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.
Short
Cutting
Knowledge
Form
Much

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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
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I love thee - I love thee, 'Tis all that I can say, It is my vision in the night, My dreaming in the day.
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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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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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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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How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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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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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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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 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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Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.
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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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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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