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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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Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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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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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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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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How bless'd the heart that has a friend. A sympathizing ear to lend.
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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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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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The lily is all in white, like a saint, And so is no mate for me.
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