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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
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England
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Ben Battle was a soldier bold, and used to war's alarms, But a cannon-ball took off his legs, so he laid down his arms.
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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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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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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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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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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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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
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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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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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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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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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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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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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And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, And been bow'd to the earth by its fury To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury - Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.
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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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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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