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Whilst breezy waves toss up their silvery spray.

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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.
Breezy
Whilst
Spray
Toss
Waves
Wave
Ocean
Silvery

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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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Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.
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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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