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Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.
Thomas Hood
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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
Humorist
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London
England
T. H.
Sun
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Pebbles
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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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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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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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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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