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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.

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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Lily
Lilies
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Mates

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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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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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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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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.
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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth
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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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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
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There is not a string attuned to mirth but has its chord of melancholy.
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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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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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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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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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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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No sun, no moon, no morn, no noon, No dawn, no dusk, no proper time of day, . . . . . . No road, no street, no t' other side the way, . . . . . . No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no buds.
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Well for the drones of the social hive that there are bees of an industrious turn, willing, for an infinitesimal share of the honey, to undertake the labor of its fabrication.
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Bells are musics laughter.
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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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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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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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