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Well, something must be done for May, The time is drawing nigh-- To figure in the Catalogue, And woo the public eye. Something I must invent and paint But oh my wit is not Like one of those kind substantives That answer Who and What?
Thomas Hood
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Thomas Hood
Age: 45 †
Born: 1799
Born: May 23
Died: 1845
Died: May 3
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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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Dear bells! how sweet the sound of village bells When on the undulating air they swim!
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Bells are musics laughter.
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A man that's fond precociously of stirring , :: Must be a spoon.
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O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
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With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread.
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Lives of great men oft remind us as we o'er their pages turn, That we too may leave behind us - Letters that we ought to burn.
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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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Alas for the rarity Of Christian charity Under the sun!
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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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No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds - November!
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Oh! God! That bread should be so dear, and flesh and blood so cheap!
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What joy have I in June's return? My feet are parched-my eyeballs burn, I scent no flowery gust But faint the flagging zephyr springs, With dry Macadam on its wings, And turns me 'dust to dust.'
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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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