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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.

Thomas Hood

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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.
Sweet
Many
Jasmine
Loves

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The Autumn is old The sere leaves are flying He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying- Old age, begin sighing!
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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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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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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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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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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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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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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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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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Frost is the greatest artist in our clime - he paints in nature and describes in rime.
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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
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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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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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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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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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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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