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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.
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Many
Jasmine
Loves

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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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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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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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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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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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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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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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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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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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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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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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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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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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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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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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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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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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Fuss is the froth of business.
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