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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
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London
England
T. H.
Jasmine
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Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.
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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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My books kept me from the ring, the dog-pit, the tavern, and the saloon.
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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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My brain is dull, my sight is foul, I cannot write a verse, or read-- Then, Pallas, take away thine Owl, And let us have a lark instead.
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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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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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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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How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
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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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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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