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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.
Whilst
Spray
Toss
Waves
Wave
Ocean
Silvery
Breezy

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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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Fuss is the froth of business.
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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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How bravely Autumn paints upon the sky The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled!
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Jasmine is sweet, and has many loves.
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To attempt to advise conceited people is like whistling against the wind.
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And ye, who have met with Adversity's blast, And been bow'd to the earth by its fury To whom the Twelve Months, that have recently pass'd Were as harsh as a prejudiced jury - Still, fill to the Future! and join in our chime, The regrets of remembrance to cozen, And having obtained a New Trial of Time, Shout in hopes of a kindlier dozen.
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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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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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Experience enables me to depose to the comfort and blessing that literature can prove in seasons of sickness and sorrow.
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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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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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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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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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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
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Apothegms form a short cut to much knowledge.
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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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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
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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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