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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.
Toss
Waves
Wave
Ocean
Silvery
Breezy
Whilst
Spray

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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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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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The Quaker loves an ample brim, A hat that bows to no salaam And dear the beaver is to him As if it never made a dam.
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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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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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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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Fuss is the froth of business.
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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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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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Bells are musics laughter.
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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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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 moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade--now bright and sunny-- But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon--so called--of honey!
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There's a double beauty whenever a swan Swims on a lake with her double thereon.
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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
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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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For my part, getting up seems not so easy By half as lying.
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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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A name, it has more than nominal worth, And belongs to good or bad luck at birth
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