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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
Thomas Hood
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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
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London
England
T. H.
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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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