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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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No blessed leisure for love or hope, But only time for grief.
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When he is forsaken, Withered and shaken, What can an old man do but die?
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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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So mayst thou live, dear! many years, In all the bliss that life endears
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Fuss is the froth of business.
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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
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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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Some minds improve by travel, others, rather, resemble copper wire, or brass, which get the narrower by going farther.
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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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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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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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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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Half of the failures in life come from pulling one's horse when he is leaping.
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I saw old autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence.
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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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Such a blush In the midst of brown was born, Like red poppies grown with corn.
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Whoe'er has gone thro' London street, Has seen a butcher gazing at his meat, And how he keeps Gloating upon a sheep's Or bullock's personals, as if his own How he admires his halves And quarters--and his calves, As if in truth upon his own legs grown.
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