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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.

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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.
Jasmine
Loves
Sweet
Many

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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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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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Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh-- To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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Whoe'er has gone thro' London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps Gloating upon a sheep's Or bullock's personals, as if his own How he admires his halves And quarters--and his calves, As if in truth upon his own legs grown.
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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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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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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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Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.
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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
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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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Sweet are the little brooks that run O'er pebbles glancing in the sun, Singing in soothing tones.
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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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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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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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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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